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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; black_and_white</title>
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		<title>Flushed with the forbidden</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Flushed with the forbidden, grasping for words, fiction unfolds on a black and white background, never imagining the imagined&#8211; serifs revealing surf reveling and taboo touching. Torn from truth, I cry post-humusly, growing knowledge, shrinking discretion&#8211; time and wisdom redeem, afraid to listen to souls and the Spirit, for this fantasy would cease addicting, creativity [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Flushed with the forbidden, grasping for words,<br />
fiction unfolds on a black and white background,<br />
never imagining the imagined&#8211;<br />
serifs revealing surf reveling and taboo touching.<br />
Torn from truth, I cry post-humusly,<br />
growing knowledge, shrinking discretion&#8211;<br />
time and wisdom redeem,<br />
afraid to listen to souls and the Spirit,<br />
for this fantasy would cease addicting,<br />
creativity impressing, and sunlight refreshing,<br />
words dance seductively in mind&#8217;s dark,<br />
too scared to play a part;<br />
for cowards of great deeds<br />
are often craven in the weeds&#8211;<br />
thankfully.</p>
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