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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; self_mutilation</title>
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		<title>So dirty, you want to spit out your gum</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephen M. James</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[when all the human love isn&#8217;t enough
and you wonder if you&#8217;ve experienced love
when the ball point runs dry and
the creative juices no long serve up mixed drinks
intoxicating the whole page until
the end looks close and thoughts of self-mutilation and guilt
arrive on a red light subway and consumes like African fire ants.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>when all the human love isn&#8217;t enough<br />
and you wonder if you&#8217;ve experienced love<br />
when the ball point runs dry and<br />
the creative juices no long serve up mixed drinks<br />
intoxicating the whole page until<br />
the end looks close and thoughts of self-mutilation and guilt<br />
arrive on a red light subway and consumes like African fire ants.</p>
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