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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 21:18:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ god bless marlboro_<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~xpnp64</author>
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                <title>It's feeling that makes a biscuit delicious.!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 11:28:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm lost, exposed,<br />
Stranger things will come your way,<br />
It's just I'm scared,<br />
Got hurt a long time ago,<br />
Can't make myself heard,<br />
No matter how hard I scream.<br />
<br />
Oh sensation,<br />
Sin, slave of sensation.<br />
<br />
Fully fed yet I still hunger,<br />
Torn inside,<br />
Haunted I tell myself yet I still wander,<br />
Down, inside,<br />
It's tearing me apart.<br />
<br />
Oh sensation,<br />
Sin, slave of sensation.<br />
<br />
.............................<br />
I'll never fall in love again,<br />
It's all over now.<br />
<br />
At last, relief,<br />
A mother's daught has left me sheer,<br />
The shores I seek,<br />
Are crimson tastes devine,<br />
Can't make myself heard,<br />
No matter how hard I scream.<br />
<br />
Oh sensation,<br />
Sin, slave of sensation,<br />
<br />
.............................<br />
I'll never fall in love again,<br />
It's all over now. ]]></description>
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