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		<title>Cur</title>
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		<description>  Rocking heads   let us mind   each ration's lullaby   keeps nodding, peace,   we all must kiss our guns of purity and pray,   no blood above can cock a bullet's voice,   no god will give known knees that kneel,   the siren's whore is wise,   she sings disease,   lush slums devised   where opportunists   close the ghetto's eyes-   cruel men defeated,   childrens' throats are spooned to feed   the dust is won,   no burning hand   flags stolen lies,   demand what breathing skin of sand,   dug holes will bury each dog's rise.    ... more  </description>
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		<category>CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:05:55 GMT</pubDate>
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		<description>Sometimes I wonder where it is now.  Black and heavy- in silence waiting,  asleep in someone's drawer.    I've never held one,  though I've imagined how the weight of it  might fit my hand  and if the residual touch  of your long dead fingers  might whisper the pull of your ghost's grey trigger-  somehow loaded in the metal of my mind.    I've crawled the grasses  approximating the place  you're said to rest.  No stone for your shattered head.  A single bullet, two worded  note crumpled in the pocket   ... more  </description>
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		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 22:18:39 GMT</pubDate>
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