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		<title>Pommelled fruit</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back up against a tree, golden foliage shelters the curves, freckled islands, a desert of smooth sand, gripped by palms soaked in the sweet, salty sweat of a summer night squeezed of the juice from a fallen fruit.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Back up against a tree,<br />
golden foliage shelters the curves,<br />
freckled islands, a desert<br />
of smooth sand, gripped by palms<br />
soaked in the sweet, salty sweat of a summer night<br />
squeezed of the juice from a fallen fruit.</p>
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		<title>Pretty models: the contraceptive of truth</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I want some ugly (just a little, please&#8211;on the side)<br />
but I guess we have a lot of&#8211;of makeover shows,<br />
which just goes to show the need for:<br />
an equal opportunity leer of leg hair and some<br />
lips to drip of metaphors and intellectual orgasms,<br />
a mouth to keep me masticating my pens up and down,<br />
and some hands to remove these synthetic condos<br />
that prevent my copulation with truth</p>
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		<title>In the case of the life of the mother</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I guarantee! or your friendship back&#8221;<br />
he promises<br />
lay down your problems and back IN my paper tray,<br />
I&#8217;ll journal, write now<br />
and male them OUT next Wednesday&#8217;s<br />
child is full of Roe, love is murder?<br />
choosing some<br />
aborting hundreds of little verses<br />
and I consented to everyone, every time,<br />
&#8220;Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?&#8221; Trying to pick up<br />
the paper whispers in my ear<br />
that my pen is running up and down the page&#8211;<br />
just like men, no commit,<br />
my uterus expands for another and<br />
halts its periodic ink<br />
for my beautiful child.</p>
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