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		<title>Time is on my side</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 08:20:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/time-is-on-my-side/" title="Time is on my side"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/time_by_vive_le_rock.89inb612kj8css0c0o4w48osw.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="161" alt="Time is on my side" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>Now you always say That you want to be free But you&#8217;ll come running back (said you would baby) You&#8217;ll come running back (I said so many times before) You&#8217;ll come running back to me Oh, time is on my side, yes it is Time is on my side, yes it is You&#8217;re searching for [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/time-is-on-my-side/" title="Time is on my side"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/time_by_vive_le_rock.89inb612kj8css0c0o4w48osw.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="161" alt="Time is on my side" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">Now you always say<br />
That you want to be free<br />
But you&#8217;ll come running back (said you would baby)<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back (I said so many times before)<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back to me</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Oh, time is on my side, yes it is<br />
Time is on my side, yes it is</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">You&#8217;re searching for good times<br />
But just wait and see<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back (I won&#8217;t have to worry no more)<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back (spend the rest of my life with you, baby)<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back to me</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Go ahead, go ahead and light up the town<br />
And baby, do everything your heart desires<br />
Remember, I&#8217;ll always be around<br />
And I know, I know<br />
Like I told you so many times before<br />
You&#8217;re gonna come back, baby<br />
&#8216;Cause I know<br />
You&#8217;re gonna come back knocking<br />
Yeah, knocking right on my door<br />
Yes, yes!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Well, time is on my side, yes it is<br />
Time is on my side, yes it is</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&#8216;Cause I got the real love<br />
The kind that you need<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back (said you would, baby)<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back (I always said you would)<br />
You&#8217;ll come running back, to me<br />
Yes time, time, time is on my side, yes it is<br />
Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is<br />
Oh, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is<br />
I said, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is<br />
Oh, time, time, time is on my side<br />
Yeah, time, time, time is on my side</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000;">Yes, yes!</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000;">Well, time is on my side, yes it is</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">Time is on my side, yes it is</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000000;">&#8216;Cause I got the real love</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">The kind that you need</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">You&#8217;ll come running back (said you would, baby)</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">You&#8217;ll come running back (I always said you would)</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">You&#8217;ll come running back, to me</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">Yes time, time, time is on my side, yes it is</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">Oh, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">I said, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">Oh, time, time, time is on my side</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;">Yeah, time, time, time is on my side</span></p>
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		<title>The fake</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 08:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/the-fake/" title="The fake"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/fake_reality2.8rncecnmo0000osogc0sw48g0.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="120" alt="The fake" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>It was great for awhile nothing good ever lasts; the damage is done, but how does this help anyone, too good to fade away I just want to breathe, I hate my soul so much and I just can't change, I'm on my own in a sea of darkness, I can't swim so well and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/the-fake/" title="The fake"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/fake_reality2.8rncecnmo0000osogc0sw48g0.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="120" alt="The fake" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><pre>It was great for awhile
nothing good ever lasts;
the damage is done,
but how does this help anyone,
too good to fade away
I just want to breathe,
I hate my soul so much
and I just can't change,
I'm on my own in a sea of darkness,
I can't swim so well
and I won't drown fast,
can't call out for help,
They don't allow it
- the demons in my head,
see this girl - she's a fake,
a phony, nothing's real
but the melancholy,
I can't be saved because
I ease myself with razor blades,
I don't know if this is
revenge or some last cry;
I'm not a writer
or artist of any kind;
I tell how it is '
No once upon a time,
I'm masked by children and
death is on my mind,
God help me for I have sinned,
A wolf can't blow this down,
a knight can't break it in,
I sealed it shut so not
a creak of sun or sound can be fed-
just distant distortion
of a world unseized.</pre>
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		<title>One way ticket</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 10:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/one-way-ticket/" title="One way ticket"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/one_way_ticket.f63nw2mjplsgck0os0cskoso.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="129" alt="One way ticket" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>Welcome to Lovesville, The last sign of my journey, Alas, I have arrived, but still, Something seems so funny, When your only company… is your shadow, And all around a deserted town, Loneliness creeps through the window, When I see her image turning around, Vanishing into the mist blowing, Whispering thoughts of her, When she [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/one-way-ticket/" title="One way ticket"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/one_way_ticket.f63nw2mjplsgck0os0cskoso.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="129" alt="One way ticket" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">Welcome to Lovesville,<br />
The last sign of my journey,<br />
Alas, I have arrived, but still,<br />
Something seems so funny,</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">When your only company…<br />
is your shadow,<br />
And all around a deserted town,<br />
Loneliness creeps through the window,<br />
When I see her image turning around,<br />
Vanishing into the mist blowing,<br />
Whispering thoughts of her,<br />
When she left without saying,<br />
Tears burn my cheeks in the winter.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I am here at our rendezvous,<br />
Cold and broken, I am on my knees,<br />
Please, these words are true,<br />
I beg you, can you not see?<br />
That this heart belongs to you…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Why must you leave me<br />
tangled in this web of despair and lie,<br />
What of the promises you gave me?<br />
Am I but another guy?</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I am on a one-way street<br />
of love that leads to a dead end, ,<br />
So if one day we do meet,<br />
Please give me your hand…<br />
And take me out of here<br />
For I am lost……<br />
in Lovesville.</p>
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		<title>Love street</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 08:58:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/love-street/" title="Love street"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/love_street.dhnog4p6j34kko0s8w00ooccg.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="143" alt="Love street" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>She lives on Love Street Lingers long on Love Street She has a house and garden I would like to see what happens She has robes and she has monkeys Lazy diamond studded flunkies She has wisdom and knows what to do She has me and she has you She has wisdom and knows what [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/love-street/" title="Love street"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/love_street.dhnog4p6j34kko0s8w00ooccg.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="143" alt="Love street" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">She lives on Love Street<br />
Lingers long on Love Street<br />
She has a house and garden<br />
I would like to see what happens</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She has robes and she has monkeys<br />
Lazy diamond studded flunkies<br />
She has wisdom and knows what to do<br />
She has me and she has you</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She has wisdom and knows what to do<br />
She has me and she has you</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I see you live on Love Street<br />
There&#8217;s this store where the creatures meet<br />
I wonder what they do in there<br />
Summer Sunday and a year<br />
I guess I like it fine, so far</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">She lives on Love Street<br />
Lingers long on Love Street<br />
She has a house and garden<br />
I would like to see what happens</p>
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		<title>I won&#8217;t regret</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 23:02:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/i-wont-regret/" title="I won&#8217;t regret"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/i_won__t_regret__by_nirelleth.hoy2nza0qhsg8cowww8o084s.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="274" alt="I won&#8217;t regret" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>“No je ne regrette rien” she sung the little sparrow of France that life put the words that many of us couldn’t but that she did, her name? Edith Piaf. Then again a few, but just a few of us same words out from our mouths can after been tossed by the fury of storms [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/i-wont-regret/" title="I won&#8217;t regret"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/i_won__t_regret__by_nirelleth.hoy2nza0qhsg8cowww8o084s.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="274" alt="I won&#8217;t regret" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">“No je ne regrette rien” she sung<br />
the little sparrow of France that life<br />
put the words that many of us couldn’t<br />
but that she did, her name? Edith Piaf.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Then again a few, but just a few of us<br />
same words out from our mouths can<br />
after been tossed by the fury of storms<br />
against the cruelest rocks so very hard.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Be send to war to kill unknown men<br />
in your wildest dreams you will not ask,<br />
leaving the warmth feeling of the homes<br />
and mothers with strangled goodbyes.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Abandoned everything that was present<br />
and crossed over leaving all of my past,<br />
to build me another present with chimeras<br />
made of nothing and worth not too much.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Freedom give to your feet Hermes wings<br />
to travel without stopping from land to land<br />
never letting roots to take hold on one place<br />
or give love the chance of a nurturing time.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Feeling of home was then long forgotten,<br />
home was a word giving name to a house,<br />
just a roof to keep winter’s snow away,<br />
only an empty shell on the beach’s sands.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Kisses, how many of them touched my lips?<br />
they were short lived like the shooting stars,<br />
no love was given, no love was promised,<br />
no roses to remember, nothing inside the heart.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The years accumulated into a aging mountain,<br />
getting old we don’t believe happen so fast,<br />
one day we are forced to look over our shoulder,<br />
and there it is in all its pathetic glory, our past.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But then…“no, I don&#8217;t regret anything…!”<br />
“no, je ne regretted rien…!”</p>
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		<title>Rainy day</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:01:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/rainy-day/" title="Rainy day"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/last_waltz_by_yourforgiveness_d353ums.dzsbigqu5ios8k40kwoook4ss.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="180" alt="Rainy day" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/rainy-day/" title="Rainy day"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/last_waltz_by_yourforgiveness_d353ums.dzsbigqu5ios8k40kwoook4ss.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="180" alt="Rainy day" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;<br />
It rains, and the wind is never weary;<br />
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,<br />
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,<br />
And the day is dark and dreary.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;<br />
It rains, and the wind is never weary;<br />
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,<br />
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast<br />
And the days are dark and dreary.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;<br />
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;<br />
Thy fate is the common fate of all,<br />
Into each life some rain must fall,<br />
Some days must be dark and dreary.</p>
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		<title>Last waltz</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:01:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/last-waltz/" title="Last waltz"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/the_last_dance.dzl57nrhv8gk48cos0s84w84s.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="288" alt="Last waltz" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>Make me blind, cover my eyes You can do what you want I&#8217;m paralyzed by the perfect mood When we&#8217;re dancing with blindfolds on You make it easy to love you and hate you I can&#8217;t explain it, I feel insecure You say it&#8217;s simple: &#8220;you die just to live again&#8221; You say we&#8217;re waiting [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/last-waltz/" title="Last waltz"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/the_last_dance.dzl57nrhv8gk48cos0s84w84s.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="288" alt="Last waltz" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">Make me blind, cover my eyes<br />
You can do what you want<br />
I&#8217;m paralyzed by the perfect mood<br />
When we&#8217;re dancing with blindfolds on<br />
You make it easy to love you and hate you<br />
I can&#8217;t explain it, I feel insecure<br />
You say it&#8217;s simple: &#8220;you die just to live again&#8221;<br />
You say we&#8217;re waiting for the Last Waltz</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Another you and me<br />
Another revolutionary heavenly romance<br />
Waiting for the last waltz<br />
And so it seems<br />
We won&#8217;t find the the solution<br />
Confusion leads the dance<br />
Waiting for the last waltz</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Praise the wine, so divine<br />
And it stings like a rose<br />
Allow the night to flow inside<br />
Open the window and let the wind blow<br />
Highlight of the night is the unhappy ending<br />
You keep refusing to answer my calls<br />
Drop the bending and stop the pretending<br />
You say &#8220;get ready for the Last Waltz&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Another you and me<br />
Another revolutionary heavenly romance<br />
Waiting for the Last Waltz<br />
And so it seems<br />
We won&#8217;t find the the solution<br />
Confusion leads the dance<br />
Waiting for the Last Waltz</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I believe that no one in this world has the answers for me<br />
But still I hope that someone has heard</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And you and me<br />
Another revolutionary heavenly romance<br />
Waiting for the Last Waltz<br />
And so it seems<br />
We won&#8217;t find the solution<br />
Confusion leads the dance<br />
We&#8217;re waiting for the Last Waltz</p>
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		<title>The thought</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 07:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Junkee</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/the-thought/" title="The thought"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/the_prison_within____by_chryssalis_d4gjtvr.558ohkhheq040k8wg00cogwcs.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="180" alt="The thought" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>I imagine this midnight moment&#8217;s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock&#8217;s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow A fox&#8217;s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/the-thought/" title="The thought"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/the_prison_within____by_chryssalis_d4gjtvr.558ohkhheq040k8wg00cogwcs.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="180" alt="The thought" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><p style="text-align: center;">I imagine this midnight moment&#8217;s forest:<br />
Something else is alive<br />
Beside the clock&#8217;s loneliness<br />
And this blank page where my fingers move.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Through the window I see no star:<br />
Something more near<br />
Though deeper within darkness<br />
Is entering the loneliness:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Cold, delicately as the dark snow<br />
A fox&#8217;s nose touches twig, leaf;<br />
Two eyes serve a movement, that now<br />
And again now, and now, and now</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Sets neat prints into the snow<br />
Between trees, and warily a lame<br />
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow<br />
Of a body that is bold to come</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Across clearings, an eye,<br />
A widening deepening greenness,<br />
Brilliantly, concentratedly,<br />
Coming about its own business</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox<br />
It enters the dark hole of the head.<br />
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,<br />
The page is printed.</p>
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		<title>It&#8217;s death again</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 23:45:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/its-death-again/" title="It&#8217;s death again"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/death.ad7fzfgnesggw4wkg40cgsgo4.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="180" alt="It&#8217;s death again" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>it's Death again – He's always there – Watching, waiting – e'er the stare! Every time I look behind Or reach to pull the window blind, I catch a glimpse of grubby hood – A little clue to where he stood; The glint of light that caught the scythe. Perhaps if I could pay a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/its-death-again/" title="It&#8217;s death again"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/death.ad7fzfgnesggw4wkg40cgsgo4.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="180" alt="It&#8217;s death again" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a><pre>it's Death again – He's always there –
Watching, waiting – e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'</pre>
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		<title>Losing the game</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 07:18:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.junkee.ro/losing-the-game/" title="Losing the game"><img src="http://www.junkee.ro/wp-content/uploads/yapb_cache/mother_and_child1.5y8eo54tqfsw8o4ck8g80s004.a9sxxja1njksswcs400wcc4cg.th.jpeg" width="180" height="270" alt="Losing the game" style="float:left;padding:0 10px 10px 0;" ></a>On the face of this midfielder, a saint’s passion. Sweat brilliantines his hair flat as a seal pup’s fur. Thorns rake one knee, and fatigue is a train whistle that never quits. In his mind, the falcon of defeat slips off its own hood and sails into the vapory cold December, hangs like a crucifixion [...]]]></description>
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<pre>On the face of this midfielder,
a saint’s passion.

Sweat brilliantines his hair
flat as a seal pup’s fur.

Thorns rake one knee, and fatigue
is a train whistle that never quits.

In his mind, the falcon of defeat
slips off its own hood

and sails into the vapory cold December,
hangs like a crucifixion over the field,

then slants down the wide thermal
of his shame. Today 2 + 2 is algebra,

and nothing will transmute
his base metal to gold leaf.

When crowd and players have gone,
he watches the sun set

under a tumultuous bruise of sky,
below the empty grin of the bleachers,

deep into the valley,
a ghastly, yellow bile draining out.</pre>
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