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                        <title>Plaisirs D�nud�s </title>
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                        <description>I have a habit of listening to this song on repeat when I am upset.&lt;br&gt;Maybe it is something like a mantra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most heart wrenching part is the line "J&amp;#039;esp�re" that seems, really so innocent when he sings it, his little candle of hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pierre Lapointe&lt;br&gt;Plaisirs D�nud�s &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/Plaisirs.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>&amp;#12362;&amp;#20037;&amp;#12375;&amp;#12406;&amp;#12426;</title>
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                        <description>Wow. Hello there Diaryland. It&amp;#039;s me again.&lt;br&gt;Been a while. (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/hisashiburi.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>for real this time</title>
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                        <description>moving here :&lt;br&gt;http://justsade.wordpress.com/ (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/071025_20.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>gajin</title>
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                        <description>�What is that&amp;#63;�&lt;br&gt;Just under the surface of my skin I could feel something. Hard. Small. A little ball hiding under my skin, making it rise, shiny and agitated on my forehead. Of course I squeeze it. Out comes this little thing that had been in my body; dirt, or old skin, or whatever it could h (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/071003_12.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>i can&amp;#039;t say it enough</title>
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                        <description>i love you (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/070529_30.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>there is a monkey on my card now</title>
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                        <description>This will be the coldest Easter.&lt;br&gt;I am missing my mother�s warm hot cross buns that are too sweet and sticky but I eat them anyway because it is tradition. They remind me faintly of the rum filled cakes that will come 8 months later, darker and without frosting except in grocery stores.&lt;br&gt;I will  (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/070408_28.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>i&amp;#039;d been waiting for that</title>
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                        <description>that makes me really happy (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/070224_40.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>hidden in the hedges</title>
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                        <description>There is something about confetti in the half melted snow, colouring the ice with bright pinks, saffron and limes. Something strange about the cookie heart that has been hanging on the wall since Wednesday that I can never take a picture of. Something of the bulbs popping up, excited, and how the gr (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/070220_36.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>The smell of cigarettes is sweet.</title>
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                        <description>The smell of my cappuccino in the morning, next to my pyramid shaped brownies, is sour, stale. The smell of rotting milk. That is the scent of the foam on top. The froth which is tinged caf� au lait by the coffee beneath. Boiling milk is rotting it. That�s where the scent comes from.&lt;br&gt;I dump packe (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/070216_55.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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                        <title>i really do</title>
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                        <description>hope you&amp;#039;re happy (&lt;A HREF=&#039;http://shi-ou-sama.diaryland.com/070130_54.html&#039;&gt;more&lt;/A&gt;)</description>
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