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		<title>Lave</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 02:48:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Fingernails full
Of cells
Entropic
Scratched from my back
To be washed down the drain
Of my shower:  I lack
A proper campaign,
Misanthropic
Death-knells,
A cull,
Or a gain.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fingernails full<br />
Of cells<br />
Entropic<br />
Scratched from my back<br />
To be washed down the drain<br />
Of my shower:  I lack<br />
A proper campaign,<br />
Misanthropic<br />
Death-knells,<br />
A cull,<br />
Or a gain.</p>
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		<title>And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/mystery-babylon-the-great</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 17:50:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Is All Fair in Love and War?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[apocalypse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[revelation]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Feigned nonchalance does not fool
My body
Your solace is arrhythmia
The wobbling, teetering
Too-loud heartbeat Of
your captive
Pen-mate
Your solace is arrhythmia
A fluctuating victory
Whose only term:
I suffer.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Feigned nonchalance does not fool<br />
My body<br />
Your solace is arrhythmia<br />
The wobbling, teetering<br />
Too-loud heartbeat Of<br />
your captive<br />
Pen-mate<br />
Your solace is arrhythmia<br />
A fluctuating victory<br />
Whose only term:<br />
I suffer.</p>
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		<title>Predictable Enigma</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/predictable-enigma</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/predictable-enigma#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 06:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Is All Fair in Love and War?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[And I, broken
Would be yours
Is that it?
I would,
I’m sure.
And yet,
Only your craving for chaos
Would make me stay.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And I, broken<br />
Would be yours<br />
Is that it?<br />
I would,<br />
I’m sure.<br />
And yet,<br />
Only your craving for chaos<br />
Would make me stay.</p>
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		<title>Double-turned</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/double-turned</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/double-turned#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cerebrations of Self]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Is All Fair in Love and War?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The point was hammered:  my protocol is off, hurtful.
I know it.
The point was hammered so I broke:
Not one more blow.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The point was hammered:  my protocol is off, hurtful.<br />
I know it.<br />
The point was hammered so I broke:<br />
Not one more blow.</p>
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		<title>Resistance</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/resistance</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 06:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus (the paradigm verb)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Such a blank white canvas is
Intimidating
Though it never was before
I have resisted it
And you
Imperiously
Meekly
But now I shall concede.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such a blank white canvas is<br />
Intimidating<br />
Though it never was before<br />
I have resisted it<br />
And you<br />
Imperiously<br />
Meekly<br />
But now I shall concede.</p>
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		<title>Take Heart, The Salt Does Sting (or I Miss You too)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:08:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus (the paradigm verb)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I recognize this pattern:
The emails, the phone call
The internet stalking.
I recognize this pattern
The need for some,
Any
Interaction, recognition, reaction,
Justice.
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I recognize this pattern:<br />
The emails, the phone call<br />
The internet stalking.<br />
I recognize this pattern<br />
The need for some,<br />
Any<br />
Interaction, recognition, reaction,<br />
Justice.</p>
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		<title>Recorded for Sincerity</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/recorded-for-sincerity</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/recorded-for-sincerity#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus (the paradigm verb)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Is All Fair in Love and War?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I know what your apology says:
I&#8217;m sorry I wasn&#8217;t what you wanted
I&#8217;m sorry I couldn&#8217;t convince you to stay with me
I&#8217;m sorry that you were unhappy
I&#8217;m sorry that I snapped at you
And I wish I hadn&#8217;t said I never wanted to speak to you again
Because in reality I do
Every day
The way we used to talk
But [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what your apology says:<br />
I&#8217;m sorry I wasn&#8217;t what you wanted<br />
I&#8217;m sorry I couldn&#8217;t convince you to stay with me<br />
I&#8217;m sorry that you were unhappy<br />
I&#8217;m sorry that I snapped at you<br />
And I wish I hadn&#8217;t said I never wanted to speak to you again<br />
Because in reality I do<br />
Every day<br />
The way we used to talk<br />
But not now<br />
With the prospect of your misdeeds looming overhead.<br />
Oh yes, I know what your apology says,<br />
And I know that it doesn&#8217;t compare<br />
With the apology I owe you.</p>
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		<title>Writer&#8217;s Block</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/writers-block</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/writers-block#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 22:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus (the paradigm verb)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Desire I can write of
Fury just the same
But Love
Love
My pen tarnishes thy name
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Desire I can write of<br />
Fury just the same<br />
But Love<br />
Love<br />
My pen tarnishes thy name</p>
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		<title>Ink Heart</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/ink-heart</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/amo-amare-amavi-amatus/ink-heart#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 22:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus (the paradigm verb)]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The ink heart on my hand bleeds
And I want it to bleed
Into you
To Impress you
Imprint you
Meld you
Mine
With a single
Spasmodic squeeze
The ink heart on my hand bleeds
Like I will
If you leave.

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ink heart on my hand bleeds<br />
And I want it to bleed<br />
Into you<br />
To Impress you<br />
Imprint you<br />
Meld you<br />
Mine<br />
With a single<br />
Spasmodic squeeze</p>
<p>The ink heart on my hand bleeds<br />
Like I will<br />
If you leave.</p>
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		<title>Knew.</title>
		<link>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/knew</link>
		<comments>http://lindsaysscribblings.com/poetry/love-and-war/knew#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>lindsay</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Is All Fair in Love and War?]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Everyone who knew me,
    &#160;knew.
You knew me too,
  didn&#8217;t you?
]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Everyone who knew me,<br />
    &nbsp;knew.<br />
You knew me too,<br />
  didn&#8217;t you?</p>
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