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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; summer_nights</title>
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		<title>Child&#8217;s walls</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[dreams]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Secrecy, shame plaster this child&#8217;s walls, night arrives hushing humid air&#8211; summer nights uncovered, I lie, special, awaiting a silhouette, Are my playground friends special? They hold me to the ground, I can&#8217;t cry. I was told &#8220;Don&#8217;t.&#8221; in a strained, raspy voice. Water rises behind dams built 10 years past, quiet, except grunting ghosts [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Secrecy, shame plaster this child&#8217;s walls,<br />
night arrives hushing humid air&#8211;<br />
summer nights uncovered, I lie,<br />
special, awaiting a silhouette,<br />
Are my playground friends special?<br />
They hold me to the ground,<br />
I can&#8217;t cry. I was told &#8220;Don&#8217;t.&#8221; in a strained, raspy voice.</p>
<p>Water rises behind dams built 10 years past,<br />
quiet, except grunting ghosts of breath, but<br />
I can&#8217;t say I love you<br />
until you thieve me.<br />
For I have no, &#8220;No,&#8221;<br />
between innocent nights of dreams.</p>
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