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      <title>Take me...</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;back to the place I once despised. The place that made me feel lonely, stripped, scared, desperate. &#xD;
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That place...surrounded me with love. It welcomed me with open arms. Swallowed me with fresh air, greenery, life, stillness....&#xD;
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I rejected you then, I long for you know. I am not scared anymore. I need your beauty. I depend on you now...for you are the place- where sanity exists. Where peace exists. Where my daughter can run through your skin and hug your trees. I want to do the same.&#xD;
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Take me back. I'm sorry for doubting you. &lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 01:51:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>.:desiLove:.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-05-13T01:51:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Her</title>
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										&lt;div&gt;Everyday is like walking in a garden with her. The sun radiates from her eyes, I could never look away from her brightness. She teaches me the art of unconditional love. Purity. The innocence that we all have, the innocence that becomes lost when we confront society. Her smiles are like blooms, each one a different color. Vibrant. Intriguing. Her tears are like dew. Delicate. She is not afraid. She represents everything life should be. Simple. A deep conncection, felt between to hearts. Our umbilical cord of life. Protect her. Carry her through life. Smell her, water her roots with love so she can grow and bud. Surround her with lusciousness, life, greenery, MotherEarth. Give her perspective. Beautiful being that is she. &lt;/div&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 08:55:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>.:desiLove:.</dc:creator>
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