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		<title>Found in Fields of Grass</title>
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		<description> A woman is haunted by memories of her lover</description>
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		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 00:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Recitative</title>
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		<description>    The wind whispers,
I am a cold darkness,
you cannot keep me,
my fingers never close
but blow within locks,
an unwinding thread
of Earth's infancy,

I will gather
the fabric of seas,
and wrinkle fields,
I will breathe soft stitches
in the skin of clouds,
pulling them behind,
chariots billowing above
the beasts I quicken,

I will unrest the sleep
of your forest's peace,
my silver tongue tasting,
what hides within broken branches
of your mind,
the pulp of your heart scattered,
with splintered leaves,

I will rattle dust,
making sleeves of music,
whipping the throat of night,
making her cry for me,
so that I might console
each shadow's ear,
with my soft sympathy.  ... more  </description>
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