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         <title>THE PEACE</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[ The pressure still lies harshlyon the memories of those whose silencemeant others would die.Â  The pressurestills lies harshly on those whose labourwent into the tools of death.Â  The pressurestill lies heavily on those who turned toolsinto weapons.Â  The pressure still lies harshlyon those whose comfort meant that onlydiscreet inquires were to be made.Â  The pressurestill lies heavily on those who waited becausethe time wasn't right.Â  The pressurestill lies heavily on those who felt theywere always safe.Â  The pressurestill lies heavilyon the survivors of the victims of silenceÂ  ]]></description>
         <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 23:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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         <title>RED FLOWERS</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[ RED FLOWERS 

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Once a yeara crimson canopyirrepressiblyunfolds itselfand the wallsof the houseflicker like flames.
And because I want toand because I know how to I take you outamongst the red flowers. 
A squall of rain catches us unprepared and running for cover. 
You shout and laugh and dissolve with me into all things bright and transparent. 
This year I'd like to believe it was me who planted the red flowers in your hair. 

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         <pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 23:17:00 +0100</pubDate>
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