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	<title>The D Spot &#187; poem</title>
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		<title>The spaces between us</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 16:46:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[loss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The bad witch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The good witch]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sweet like sugar and tasting like the insides of a sour candy after I&#8217;ve sucked all the tartness away. Holding onto me like warmth Like the smoke from a fire that I smell the next morning in my hair. I feel you breathe I see what you see thru your eyes as they are clouded [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sweet like sugar and tasting<br />
like the insides of a sour candy after I&#8217;ve<br />
sucked all the tartness away.<br />
Holding onto me like warmth<br />
Like the smoke from a fire that I smell<br />
the next morning in my hair.<br />
I feel you breathe<br />
I see what you see thru your eyes as they are<br />
clouded with me.<br />
I hear what you hear and I listen closely to<br />
the words left unsaid, the spaces<br />
between the words are where the real<br />
conversation lies.<br />
I lie with you nightly, hearing the<br />
beat of your heart, the<br />
rustle of your hair as it grows and the<br />
edgy sound of silence as you dream.<br />
We dream together and I can almost reach you<br />
in the dreamtime, the quiet time,<br />
in the spaces between us.</p>
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