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		<title>Lamb • &#8220;Tangine didn&#8217;t know,&#8230;</title>
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		<title>He calls for her as the shatte&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 19:34:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He calls for her as the shattered vase settles into a new cartography near the bed. A floorboard creaks. The day&#8217;s pangea just as changed.
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		<title>Can I remain your lovely paint&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 16:05:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Can I remain your lovely painting? Hung so high that you step back to look? Don&#8217;t come any closer, the details lack lustre.
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		<title>[sorry for neglecting you guys...</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 14:55:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[sorry for neglecting you guys. the literary muse has been on holiday.]
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		<title>Iwawa #1 &amp; #2 &#124; Collages http:&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 12:39:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>I remember the taste of my par&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 17:20:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember the taste of my parents&#8217; wedding cake. No shotgun metal in the rum frosting, but sweetness in the flour, us kids suddenly giddy.
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		<title>Everything is new</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 18:31:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Everything is new, including the squint &#38; the absence of two front teeth. He&#8217;s still like a sparrow, flitting; looking for me in the crowd.
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		<title>I sang for these rupees</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 16:06:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sang for these rupees. And dodging the cars, scooters, the childlike wonder of slumming tourists, I find Rehka stirring dal by the road.
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 13:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[After this, will the kiss you plant on my cheek at Narita Airport become a scar? The sun is rising; your hand still in the small of my back.
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		<title>At the juke joint she pulls</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 14:19:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At the juke joint she pulls him in, breathing as slow as she moves her hips; hypnotic, naughty, hopped up on gin, this place, this man.
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