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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 16:00:09 -0000</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>joseph kissane</dc:creator>
      <title>Death View</title>
      <description>Death View
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only cold from lioss we stop
on the windless,damp,dirty ground
our life will end only not with fear
the sounds are only deafening silence
with a coat of sticky red liquid
no pain on the way
just the calm of knowing
it's not time for fear
it's my image of a gift that's a death view I hear
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      <pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 15:40:22 -0000</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>joseph kissane</dc:creator>
      <title>Living for Death</title>
      <description>in the cold night air
will the last of our meetings come soon
if the truth tells you to leave
never will the pain subside
take all of your sense and quirks
the river of life is polluted with the stench of emptiness
to forget you will come with the swiftness of death
when I've relized that I don't&amp;nbsp; sing your name in my heart or
Pine over that last bit of your scent
Only then will I know DEATH&amp;nbsp; !!!!!</description>
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