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		<title><![CDATA[phlogiston(16)]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_48</link>
		<description><![CDATA[phlogiston(16)so lost here in the glow of daylightmy polestar shines obsidianblinded by luminosityi sketch with bloody fingers precise idiomslines to describe lustscurves to compliment your charmsangl]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:49:47 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[perfume & pestilence]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_47</link>
		<description><![CDATA[perfume & pestilence (21lines) some will say it possible that dreams may come true but the nightmare that descends can only be prelude to you i think it possible there is nothing new 'neath the sun fo]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 19:54:31 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[7 days]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_46</link>
		<description><![CDATA[7days (21) monday around a quarter 'til four you walked out the door saying that you needed cigarettes tuesday afternoon you returned from the store & said that our life was a bore that you were leavi]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 19:45:59 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[death of a sinner]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_45</link>
		<description><![CDATA[death of a sinner (17 lines) bless me father for i have sinned the priest has been at me again shoved down on my face behind dusty hymnals is this what he learned in Seminary,pounding until seminal fl]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 06:46:05 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[exanthem]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_44</link>
		<description><![CDATA[exanthem (12 lines) MY HEART IS A ROCK GARDEN ALL GILDED IN SILT WHAT THE HARD-WATER RIVER RUNNING THROUGH IT HAS SPILT IN ITS FURROWS I HAVE BURIED ALL MY DESIRES & GUILT BUT IT SEEMS THAT REGRET IS ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 06:44:03 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[contrary paradigm]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_43</link>
		<description><![CDATA[contrary paradigm (16 lines) there is something between you & i what i have no way to explain except it's a thrill & a shiver like fingers stroking my brain there is a voluptuous kind of horror passin]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 18:11:43 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[ebb]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_42</link>
		<description><![CDATA[ebb (8 lines) murder in your lush breast poison in your mechanical mind madness on your  ripe lips genocide at your laquered fingertips wearing the 9th circle of hell for a choker purgatory clasped ab]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:49:09 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[shattered minds corrupt paradigm]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_41</link>
		<description><![CDATA[shattered minds corrupt paradigm (20 lines) oh,such a frigid boy i think penguins circle your pole & in a fever of obsession i am burning to touch your cold mind just like a couple of hacks by chance ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:34:31 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[civilian casualties/american heart]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_40</link>
		<description><![CDATA[civilian casualties / american heart  (100 lines) Billy finished his hitch in the service he came back & bought us a house by the lake when he took me to the realator to sign the papers the love i fel]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 18:10:08 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[hometown hero / american heart]]></title>
		<link>http://pjny.org/blog/view/id_39</link>
		<description><![CDATA[hometown hero / american heart  (77 lines) i  remember the first time  i saw paradise by the dashboard lights we were nearly seventeen it was a sticky starry night he gave a tentative grin kissed me o]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 17:22:34 -0600</pubDate>
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