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	<description>dedicated to promoting budding poets, writers and bloggers</description>
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		<title>Gauzed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He said in class, &#8220;you can&#8217;t write a story!?&#8221;
&#8220;Yes,&#8221; she said, &#8220;I can&#8217;t find an idea.&#8221;
&#8220;Stories are everywhere, they&#8217;re around you, they&#8217;re inside you. Just look out of the window; you&#8217;ll find several things to write about.&#8221;
&#8220;I don&#8217;t see anything,&#8221; she said, obviously not to him, just to herself.
As per order she looked out of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/11/18/gauzed/</link>
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		<title>From the Clay, I Fell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[But could you ever?
have you ever
in the immortal sage
of your scullion kingdom
of the three-horned beasts
of the good, the bad and
and the scuttling middlescores
from your sapphire throne
been able once, to whirl
the stiff, sturdy-backed Hercules
and seen from his eye
the toil of Tantalus
that rattles forth?
or in the cleft of Sisyphus&#8217; palm
tried to scour his mistake
to see from underneath
the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/10/30/from-the-clay-i-fell/</link>
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		<title>Jeremy&#8217;s Juicy Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Leaning against the raised stone basin of the garden fountain, Jeremy bit on the ruby red apple with a tremendous crunch.
 &#8220;Those apples are real jewels!&#8221; the old gardener drawled, smacking his fat grey lips. He feebly bent over and pulled out a tangled weed. &#8220;My great grandfather planted the seeds of that orchard you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/10/28/jeremys-juicy-story/</link>
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		<title>Twenty One</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Disclaimer: This poem doesn&#8217;t make sense, but I need comments.  
this is the year of twenteen one candles
who told you to leave?
not I, my friend
when three sully years
I measured your smile
from my heart&#8217;s bank
or wore it, at days, for you
but you stole at it
like a dank sock
wore at it
year after year after year
we scamper [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/10/07/twenty-one/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[When it starts to drip
Orange
The everymorning sun
Won&#8217;t you be reminded
It was an almostwinter
Sunset
When we had begun.
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		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/27/421/</link>
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		<title>The Procession of Loss</title>
		<description><![CDATA[DRAFT ONE - EDITED MILDLY
The Procession of Loss
I am leafing through Eeya&#8217;s old journal. It is in tatters. The spine is fractured, small golden threads spilling out of its faux leather binding. The cover says 1988-1990 but the pages are not dated. Her poems are written with impeccable neatness in blue ink with a fountain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/18/the-procession-of-loss/</link>
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		<title>Blasphemy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Blasphemy
Your song,
my relentless, religious ritual,
is thick on my tongue
like the film of
congealed milk fat
that forms on my chai,
A brown, wrinkled, circular
palette,
protecting the hot liquid
that burns down my throat,
takes me to you (and your music),
inspires me to write
at an ungodly hour
about blasphemous things.
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		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/13/blasphemy/</link>
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		<title>The Chapters</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Note: I&#8217;m experimenting with prose, testing an idea born in part out of laziness and in part out of genuine curiosity. I call it &#8220;The Chapters&#8221;. It is a collection of short, at times, unrelated &#8220;chapters&#8221; about and around the same character. Each chapter is written independantly. Its all very..pieced together. I wanted to see [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/13/the-chapters/</link>
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		<title>Truly Beyond</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If this love unrequited be,
What must requited love be!
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		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/12/truly-beyond/</link>
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		<title>Upgrades</title>
		<description><![CDATA[AOA,

Please note that I have been away for a while and during my absence some people have taken advantage and damaged the RIL backend.

I suspect various people who continuously try to spam the site with various comments.

Rest assured that various measures have been taken to reduce this activity to give you a better experience.

In case [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/09/11/upgrades/</link>
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		<title>Little Bird</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dont want morning to come yet. I dont want sunrises and morning flowers. I dont want voices, people, life. It is harder to hide when the lights are on, and there is no option but.
I dont want lilies and wild flowers. I dont want apologies and little blank spaces. I dont want more skeletons, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/31/little-bird/</link>
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		<title>Disintegrate</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On.
Off.
On.
Off.
At this rate it wont be long before the fuse blows. Then we&#8217;ll bask in eachother&#8217;s darkness and bathe in the distance between us till we forget we knew how to swim. Our drowning bodies will drift away from eachother, carried on different currents to the same whirlpool, and escape will not matter then.
We&#8217;ll wait [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/31/disintegrate/</link>
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		<title>Never-Ending Season</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are things missing - puzzle pieces lost in the everyday hustle - thoughts, feelings, words, meanings, all missing. Lost, maybe? Or maybe just&#8230;not found. Like little torn petals in an uncovered basket that drift away with the wind or leaves that cling a little too lightly to their branch. Why does the branch never [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/30/never-ending-season/</link>
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		<title>Despair</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Night descends
From these shameful depths
Into the bottomless pit
That is our selves -
Where we eviscerate all traces,
Hide what cannot be eviscerated,
Disguise what cannot be hidden &#8211;
Till all we were
Has suffocated
Under a dark blanket
We mistook to be night
And a heart-stopping thrill
We mistook to be freedom
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		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/30/despair/</link>
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		<title>The headache of perspective</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At every start
stop
of the music
you wait
for a beat
(ing)
to take the ache
away
And when all else fails, theres always
&#8230;.caffeine.
*sigh*
Any quick remedies are welcome&#8230;and dont tell me to sleep &#62;_&#62;
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		<link>http://www.readitlive.com/2008/08/30/the-headache-of-perspective/</link>
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