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		<title>blocked</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 23:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anna simonyan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[the red has covered my senses
i had the dream that was yours
shivering in the sun my body
stretched hands to lock all the doors
 
inside, the claustromania 
was relishing the choking air 
no way away , no way out 
the time would have here to stay
 
flowing and running and rolling
would crash against walls of the cell
trapped inside [...]]]></description>
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		<title>visions N5</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 23:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>anna simonyan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[the wet snake … round my neck…
soft memory.
cut my tongue…,
I kept on speaking,
U cut your ears then…
 
The blade was sliding 
Along my throat, my arms, my breast…
The senses were in blood
And then muted for … 2 long seconds
 
Your existence was meant to 
Thrust my immorality
upon my face…
Your illusion- to murder 
   trust in illusion,
your fingers [...]]]></description>
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