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	<title>The D Spot &#187; sadness</title>
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		<title>the echo of silence and the chill of loss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 18:40:13 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The slip of elusive words
the stumble over what should be even ground.
I feel myself tilt with the
question unasked
and my words hit the floor
like the thud of cement.
An echo of silence that
chases me through my dream-corridors
and leaves me ultimately stranded.
Alone,
with nothing to wrap around my freezing shoulders
but the threadbare memory of touch
and a whisper of tears.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The slip of elusive words<br />
the stumble over what should be even ground.<br />
I feel myself tilt with the<br />
question unasked<br />
and my words hit the floor<br />
like the thud of cement.<br />
An echo of silence that<br />
chases me through my dream-corridors<br />
and leaves me ultimately stranded.<br />
Alone,<br />
with nothing to wrap around my freezing shoulders<br />
but the threadbare memory of touch<br />
and a whisper of tears.</p>
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