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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; crushes</title>
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		<title>When I found out they were humans</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I never wanted to rape girls that got close enough to love, unlike middle-school crushes and models&#8217; airbrushes that dreams are made of, if I know you, I wouldn&#8217;t want to know you&#8211;biblically, that is: imagining you bouncing and wincing upon my waist if I tasted your dreams&#8211;your heart, nothing else would tempt my tongue? [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I never wanted to rape girls that got close enough to love,<br />
unlike middle-school crushes and models&#8217; airbrushes<br />
that dreams are made of,<br />
if I know you, I wouldn&#8217;t want to know you&#8211;biblically, that is:<br />
imagining you bouncing and wincing upon my waist<br />
if I tasted your dreams&#8211;your heart,<br />
nothing else would tempt my tongue?<br />
well, at least anytime soon.</p>
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		<title>Walking home</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My foot crushes a dead leaf crunching, Wind whispers between my legs and pants in my ear. The chill chides my choice of one shirt rippling? Dreaming of warmth walking home, Shaking at the thought, shivering at the cold Walking home.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My foot crushes a dead leaf crunching,<br />
Wind whispers between my legs and pants in my ear.<br />
The chill chides my choice of one shirt rippling?<br />
Dreaming of warmth walking home,<br />
Shaking at the thought, shivering at the cold<br />
Walking home.</p>
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