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	<title>Nico Zahn &#187; broken heart</title>
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	<description>&#34;what do you mean we are out of ideas&#34;</description>
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		<title>days after the last</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 01:48:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[broken heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[freckled face]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[red hair]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[its reality that sets in when you start to breath, thinking of that last idea behind the curtains of your windows, the snow is falling slowly on the frozen grounds, she slowly takes care of a broken heart, step by step, ignoring the mistakes and failures of her future lover, its all been done before, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>its reality that sets in when you start to breath,<br />
thinking of that last idea behind the curtains of your windows,<br />
the snow is falling slowly on the frozen grounds,<br />
she slowly takes care of a broken heart, step by step,<br />
ignoring the mistakes and failures of her future lover, its all been done before,<br />
she thought it out, packed in her suitcase, her red hair tied neatly behind her head,<br />
listening to his stories, ignoring other ones looks on her freckled face,<br />
this one I want, this one I will get for sure,</p>
<p>its reality that sets in when you start to understand,<br />
tiny whims of infidelity, stories of the worn,<br />
the grips of making the love last longer, anew again,<br />
its all been before there, its the time that heals,<br />
people surrounding you, trying to forget what your lover once said,</p>
<p>stories of people, their worries, their children, their lives,<br />
over again, marriage, not to be alone,<br />
accepting only to find that what you thought things are not,<br />
time limited by the swords of decisions, left alone, in a room without,<br />
that what you have given, taken,<br />
cared by the choices of your breath that was filled with laughter</p>
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