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      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 14:14:00 -0400</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Ruth Bavetta</dc:creator>
      <title>Asylum  </title>
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&amp;nbsp;
Asylum

My pen drags across the paper,  leaves a trail of blood black enough to birth the spider 

which wrenches free, crawlsup a lock of my hair,leg by leg by leg 

until its eight-spiked heartburrows into my brain,where it sits, staring, silent.

Pale sparrows trickle from my eyes,drip onto the page,spread a puddle of thorns.

I dip my pen, draw  my head aflame with lilies,my body numb with lust.

My hands grasp...</description>
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