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		<title>If I pick one, she will be torn</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[so many beautiful flowers if I pick one, she will be torn, no one will see her except in my vase back home, and I can&#8217;t let that happen. a children&#8217;s store crayon that I break between my fingers is no longer my favorite color, god, everything is white light, black pain&#8211;my life on a [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>so many beautiful flowers<br />
if I pick one, she will be torn,<br />
no one will see her except in my vase<br />
back home,<br />
and I can&#8217;t let that happen.<br />
a children&#8217;s store crayon<br />
that I break between my fingers is<br />
no longer my favorite color, god, everything<br />
is white light, black pain&#8211;my life on a graying canvas.</p>
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