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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; chemicals</title>
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		<title>Its creators&#8211;us</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephen M. James</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[chemicals]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I barely know tonight this guy
that stupidity could only buy
stay up, tire my inhibitions
till the pants
drop the emotions
penetrate the head
of a lifeless body flailing on the bed?
don&#8217;t make it, I unmade it, I&#8217;ll lie in it,
let the fluids flow, the chemicals collide
into the creature we love as much as we hate its creators.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I barely know tonight this guy<br />
that stupidity could only buy<br />
stay up, tire my inhibitions<br />
till the pants<br />
drop the emotions<br />
penetrate the head<br />
of a lifeless body flailing on the bed?<br />
don&#8217;t make it, I unmade it, I&#8217;ll lie in it,<br />
let the fluids flow, the chemicals collide<br />
into the creature we love as much as we hate its creators.</p>
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