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		<title>the silent soliloquy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Nov 2013 00:40:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Partly Fictional]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loneliness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soliloquy]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[You feel isolated. The sound of desolation fills the solitude. There&#8217;s nobody around. All seems happy but you. If there comes a time When they can see through you Only then they&#8217;ll realise How sad you really were. You&#8217;re humanly lonely. That&#8217;s what makes you normal. Life is the enduring of hardships. That&#8217;s what makes [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>marine</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Nov 2013 03:37:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[To wait for him was all that she could do, and was all that she has done. Everyday she sat on the edge of the bay, looking over the resentful sea where her husband once used to sail everyday. Her dry grey eyes spoke of her state of hopelessness as she leaned over to see [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>midnight winds</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Oct 2013 04:30:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[blues]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dream]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The clock ticks away the early morning hours and the headphones play 90&#8242;s pop songs. In these sad hours of the night, he is sleepless. He&#8217;s awake but he is dreaming. Wild imaginations fill his head, which are then immediately followed by sudden outburst of sadness. The contrast between fantasy and reality is always seemingly [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>refresh.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2013 23:35:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[beginning]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[refresh]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[With every end comes new beginning and every beginning has an end. He&#8217;s not sure what to feel of either. The new beginning is complemented with a new set of emotions; gone are the hate, grief, disappointment and misery and comes the nervousness, anxiety and even relief. Most importantly, he is excited as he anticipates [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>hi.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2013 23:23:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ken]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Partly Fictional]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[city]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[tokyo]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Staring out the hotel room, a man looks over intersections of crosswalks in downtown Shinjuku. A block down is where trains speed away through the complex network of railroads. Seemingly endless roads and streets are where businessmen hurry to meet their schedules and others leisurely lope. They all pass each other&#8217;s interpersonal orbits along the [&#8230;]]]></description>
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