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<title>Dancer in the wind</title>
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<description>My thoughts, dreams, stories of life and a few poems to spice things up.</description>
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<dc:creator>Jeremy_P_Lincicum</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 10:07:30 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Broken</title>
<description> Broken beyond repair, so I seem So many things wrong, breaking more everyday Where do I begin fixing, only to break again A life full of fixing No time for my dreams No hope insight Day by day, minute by minute A life full of fixing More breaking then fixing Unable to keep up Needing help from the outside Not knowing how to ask, or sure who to ask My soul is fading, nothing much remains The light is fading Can anyone see, does anyone care Maybe they do not know how to ask Much like myself Fading to black Cause of Death My pride </description>
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<title>My first poem, &#039;93</title>
<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	Traveler  		He walks in the shadows of the night. 		Not because he has to, not because he wants to. 		It&#039;s because he is sent there. 		He is not always alone.  		He finds a friend. Is it a true friend? 		Only time will tell. 		As he meets these friends, they seem to drop, 		one, by one, by one. 		Only to be replaced by nothing. 		Soon their will be none. 		And the Traveler will move on.  		He will be hurt by these friends. 		Not to fear, he can not feel. 		He will be betrayed by these friends. 		Not to fear, he has no need for trust. 		He will be forgotten by these friends. 		Not to fear, he is always alone. 		He may fall in love, but none will be returned. 		Not to fear, he has no need for love. 		He may see the light, but will always be in the dark. 		Not to fear, he only travels in the dark. 		He may leave, and not be missed. 		Not to fear, the Traveler will move on. 
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<pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 12:09:54 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Songs lyrics of mine</title>
<description>  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	&quot;Liquid Dreams&quot;  	I close my eyes 	I drift away 	Feel with my heart 	Can&#039;t find the word 	To say...to say...  	Hushed whispers a  	Musty hallway 	Winds of Infinity 	Corridors of the mind 	Thoughts unresolved 	Unresolved  	Abyss of uncertainty 	Times long forgotten 	Faded photographs 	Shattered remains 	Thought unresolved 	Unresolved  	Lost in the rain 	Thrown into the sea 	Nothing but pain 	For all I can see 	Forgotten, forgotten  		&amp;lt;chorus&amp;gt; 	No where to go 	No one to find 	Alone in the night 	Look into tht light 	Who blow it out 	Forgotten 	Mistaken 	Broken and torn 	Exhumed 	Exposed 	Revived and reborn  	Taste your lips, feel your flesh 	I want nothing more 	Taste your lips, feel your flesh 	I want nothing more 	Please open the door 	Please open the door  	I close my eyes 	I drift away 	Feel with my heart 	Can&#039;t find the word 	To say...to say...  		&amp;lt;chorus&amp;gt;  	Another soul 	A drift without a clue 	A harmless little mole 	Can this be true 	Mistaken, mistaken  		&amp;lt;chorus&amp;gt;...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2005 11:43:02 +0200</pubDate>
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