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		<title>Anything to make you smile</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 05:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[A Lovesick Sweetheart]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever thought that maybe this isn&#8217;t real? That perhaps we&#8217;re fooling ourselves because there&#8217;s nothing else. Could we be pretending to be in love when in reality we&#8217;re not? Perhaps I&#8217;ve become so accustomed to your fingers entangled with mine that I can&#8217;t have it any other way. Maybe I can&#8217;t bear to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=applespears.wordpress.com&blog=4914805&post=252&subd=applespears&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Black Liquorice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:58:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Black Liquorice
he walked past her
and he smelt
of black liquorice
It stung her nose
forcing her to look up
into his grey eyes.
or was she
walking past him
smelling of lavender
he thought of mulberry
as he caught her glance.
He smiled
She smiling
she keeps on walking,
he kept on,
opposing directions
lonesome destinations
he turned back
as she’s leaving but
already missing his sweet roots
black liquorice and budding lavender
wouldn’t match
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		<title>Foolhardy Fool</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 02:25:05 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Sentimental Vitality]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s funny how when you&#8217;re completely honest with yourself, you realize how weak you really are. It&#8217;s not funny at all&#8230;just sad, terribly sad. And you sit and you wonder how you could&#8217;ve lied for so very long and ignored it or not known you were doing it. Doing it to yourself.
&#8220;I thought I was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=applespears.wordpress.com&blog=4914805&post=242&subd=applespears&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Abstract</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:31:07 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Salvage the Illusory]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Worry can&#8217;t fall asleep tonight,
Wrapped in prickly beads of sweat,
So she resolves to pacing through the dark empty hallways.
***
Vanity turns away from the mirrored reflection
Clothed in faux gold and silver ornaments,
Disturbing the stale perfume settled around her.
***
Insanity jumps out from his hidden niche
Harnessing a straight jacket, and with gnashing teeth
Demands you reconsider; &#8220;THIS IS NORMAL.&#8221;
***
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		<title>Circle</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:19:06 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[A Lovesick Sweetheart]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[All of a sudden it&#8217;s out of control and I have no hold on what is my own. I&#8217;m spinning around and I have no meaning, not even within myself. I had control of what we had and then I felt a shift, a distinguished change. I remember it clearly.
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		<title>Touching elbows</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 04:28:59 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[A Lovesick Sweetheart]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Come and lay beside me (not too close),
In this broken net of dreams,
It&#8217;s easy to get caught up;
In the net, in the moment, in the act.
That&#8217;s too close, love.
***
You&#8217;re an outline on the floor (silver lining massacre)
I&#8217;d do anything to trust you, I do trust, I do, I do. I think
I can&#8217;t trust myself
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		<title>One</title>
		<link>http://applespears.wordpress.com/2009/09/10/one/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 05:08:12 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Sentimental Vitality]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There is the one, devoted and persistent, who hovers close awaiting her moment of weakness. An ex-lover, so to speak, with renewed interest. His downfall and success one and the same: an incredible ability to reject her rejections.
The shy and humble one asks the torturous &#8220;what if?&#8221; A candidate for what could have been. The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=applespears.wordpress.com&blog=4914805&post=201&subd=applespears&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Final Good Night</title>
		<link>http://applespears.wordpress.com/2009/04/21/good-night-greatnan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 07:02:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Final Good Night
An heirloom sits safe in the cupboard; a twenty year old blanket that you knitted for my birth. Navy blue and white; still soft, but a little worn. I&#8217;ll give it to my children, to protect them in their sleep, and as they trail it along the floor or suck on the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=applespears.wordpress.com&blog=4914805&post=177&subd=applespears&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Last Night I Dreamt</title>
		<link>http://applespears.wordpress.com/2009/04/17/last-night-i-dreamt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 03:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night I dreamt we were lovers. You ran your hands through my hair and I kissed the nape of your neck. We lay in the grass in a desolate field, holding hands. Hidden, naive and spontaneous. I blew dandelions and you pointed out camels in the clouds. I would follow your finger and try [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=applespears.wordpress.com&blog=4914805&post=165&subd=applespears&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Backward Counting</title>
		<link>http://applespears.wordpress.com/2009/04/08/backward-counting/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 07:09:11 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[A Lovesick Sweetheart]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Twenty years of your life that brought you to me.
&#8230; cigarettes in one pack.
&#8230; questions in a game.
&#8230; ways to see the world and start a fight.
&#8230; making a call to Egypt.
Nineteen years of my life that lead me to you.
&#8230; the song that we heard at our first concert.
&#8230; most commonly found in potatoes [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=applespears.wordpress.com&blog=4914805&post=147&subd=applespears&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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