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	<description>Pause; the scratch lifted, the filtered thoughts.</description>
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		<title>Sweet revelations</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I lie in wait for dawn to awake my heavy eyelids to see the Sun I fill my cup with docile intentions and sweet revelations of tomorrow. My ears are blocked like noses do but that silence is killing me clogged my drums; a good night&#8217;s sleep is all I ever Prayed for.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=205&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fork</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Good morning.&#8221; No amount of greeting Equals your face in mine Enough to eat for the dawn Sheets unrolled Creases and crinkles On our faces Imprinted by the sheets I wake up to no one this morning Strangeness; Hear heavy breathing hopefully Then get lost in missing You, I guess I have to wait Until [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=202&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I stay awake at night, and lie; daydreaming.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 18:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[These moments I spend awake The translucent cup tinted white sits on my table a refreshing welcome to the start of a Cruel, cruel night of mind contortion The brain-gymnast&#8217;s nightmare A stark reflection of a path leading ahead of me I st-stutter when I think about what it seems to be like but I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=199&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>For a while</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 10:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No spoken word Making up for silence So comforting Nothing makes up for It&#8217;s sweet sweet attention Seeking pleasure Deafening sometimes But none in focus except You who tell me to find The right spot That makes you squeal And that which makes me feel Tempted But &#8220;not beyond what I can bear&#8221; Reasons inexplicable [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=197&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Coffee house realisation</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 08:37:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do I inspire you? I don&#8217;t know what is it you do, but you never fail to do so to me.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=194&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Prolonged</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 11:49:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mark</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[And she finally comes back. The heart seemed to jump in constant joy.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=192&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Old times</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 18:47:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fog hovers in still air, the owl Hoots when the smoke gets into its big Blue eyes, and the clickity-clack of shoes seem rhythmic from a distance Like tap-dance He? Or is it a she? No it sounded like heels, them Jimmy Choo&#8217;s being abused on a rainy night In Spring, temperature dipping below 0 [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=189&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fructiferous</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:01:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I stand and text I couldn&#8217;t stand but sit Down on the comfortable chair That offered more comfort than when I stood. I feel so lost in a world full of direction And strangers who are familiar With the roles they&#8217;re expected to play In society where everything seems to Revolve around money. I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=187&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Passing through</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 21:07:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He waves to her gingerly, a forced smile on his face &#8211; containing a little joy but mostly sadness &#8211; and a twitch in his hands. The last he felt in his fingers were hers, and the memory of a simple meeting of lips lingering in his forgetful mind. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to miss you so [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=184&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Truthfulness</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 20:31:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;There has been days I feel confused and worry and a constant bombardment of shards of glass piercing in unexplored areas of my frail body frame.&#8221; &#8220;These days no longer exist. Or so I hope.&#8221; The windowsill, the platform that slightly caves downwards as two small bodies convene to share a cigarette. The open window [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=acomma.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1653475&amp;post=182&amp;subd=acomma&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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