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        <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:04:44 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>i believe in myself</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 16:08:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ some people may insist that my emotional self is too strong, too in your face, too obvious, too pessimistic/optimistic and perhaps too annoying. maybe it makes me vulnerable. maybe i'm a loose canon. sometimes i think i want to change, but i know that i truly dont. maybe you do not want to listen to my roller coaster emotions, and that is fine. no one is tying you down, and spoon-feeding you these happy and or sad and or mad tangents. as disgusting as you may find this quality about me, believe it or not, i like the way i am. i love knowing that my reactions, whether they be good or bad, are pure. they are not filtered in any way. and personally, i find that beautiful.<br />
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but i have always been a little bit narcissitic <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>*sweetmarie</author>
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                <title>thanks for that</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 17:35:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i've got a stomach full of marbles<br />
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these veins are like roadmaps to the city i call my heart these days.....<br />
i'm needy as hell, and your eyes lick my skin clean like fire, a cleansing, bleaching me clean again. your statement indicates hello, and i am the first and only one not to die.<br />
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you said hello.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>combustion</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 20:40:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i think i am just full. so many people  are empty and i am full to the point of  overflowing. so it comes out in tears.<br />
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i am full, i like it that way ]]></description>
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                <title>chords</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 23:29:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[       <br />
ahhhhh. sometimes in the late evenings  before a solitary sleep, i get to  experience someone playing harp with my  heart. just plucking at my strings to  soothe me into my slumber. i croon  along and close my eyes to the melody.  there is passion pulsing in my veins  and a number of beats singing in my  head. so wonderful that i write to  remember, to store forever. oh stay  with her, stay with her. stay with her.  <br />
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i love you, you are the good one ]]></description>
                <author>*sweetmarie</author>
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                <title>making love out of music</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 02:26:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ if love has a disguise, this could  certainly be it.  i can't really feel  what it would be like but I can  imagine. a connection so beautiful it's  almost unreal. its unreachable,  unreachable unreachable. i want to  stand before a crowd with you.  i want  to stand on a stage stricken with fear.   i want to grasp the microphone so  tightly that my knuckles are white.  i  want to croon into your ears and lick  my lips.  i want to smile with pleasure  and cry with emotion.  i can picture  it.  the two of us, making love out of  music.  i want to lose my notes into  the atmosphere and lose my time to the  passion.  i like singing that isn't  stylized.  the kind when it isnt forced  at all. it is just what comes out of  you even if it's crackly or soundslike  you just swallowed a cactus.  it's just  nice that way.    i love this.  i love  you. ]]></description>
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