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		<title>The cork pops and the wine of words bubbles forth</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[throw yourself through the paper, the notebook, the icon: load the mortar in the fountain pen&#8217;s seeping tip and prick the paper for the quill knife runs along the skin until the ink oxidizes the blood and the crisp pulp fibers cleanse the tissue September 20, 2004]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>throw yourself through the paper, the notebook, the icon:<br />
load the mortar in the fountain pen&#8217;s seeping tip and prick the paper<br />
for the quill knife runs along the skin until<br />
the ink oxidizes the blood and the crisp pulp fibers cleanse the tissue<br />
September 20, 2004</p>
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