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      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 13:42:46 -0400</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lisa Walsh</dc:creator>
      <title>3 Pain Poems</title>
      <description>Her Pain, at 4AM
Her pain, at 4AM.
like the story of winter and ice.
Reflected in a rearview mirror.
A white light
behind the eyes. revealed.
A sharp needle dripping in ink,
piercing her skin.&#160; As if like.
Japanese tattoos.
Which are an ardous process.
For both male and female.
There was the feeling
that a wire hanger
opened up and threaded
into the brain was, as is,
or more,
Cold. Hot. Deep.
That was the new pain
which...</description>
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