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		<title>hoping for a kiss</title>
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		<description> today i write poetry
about your lips
the words that wait
upon them, red and full
like ripe fruit
ready to be spoken. </description>
		<dc:creator>Stephan Anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Lost along the weigh</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:29:06 GMT</pubDate>
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		<description>    Beneath time's blue umbrella, we sit spinning repeating history, her breath held nearly half a century exhales along with mine; shared smoke surrounds our mouths' found intimacy- lit long ago between sisters of chance. Two flames burning the decaying hope of daughters.   There's blood in the water, she said.   For years, each failing face kept fists hidden beneath skin, knuckles still struck secret worlds of bruised distortion, yet each public eye turned dry for fear of shame. we grew up smiling at our pain, But night grew women  ... more  </description>
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