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	<title>Nico Zahn &#187; screams</title>
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	<description>&#34;what do you mean we are out of ideas&#34;</description>
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		<title>waiting for</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 21:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Der Deutsche Designer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[circles]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ecstasy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[last stroke]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[screams]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[you think of the last stroke, the breath of its warm belly on top, you look into the eyes, filled with ecstasy, slowly probing into her head, its a listress world, fastened by the grip of detailed stops, lusted by hold, fallen apart by rules, past pictured of fallen giants, screams of forgotten signs, you [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you think of the last stroke,<br />
the breath of its warm belly on top,<br />
you look into the eyes, filled with ecstasy,<br />
slowly probing into her head, its a listress world,<br />
fastened by the grip of detailed stops,<br />
lusted by hold, fallen apart by rules,<br />
past pictured of fallen giants, screams of forgotten signs,<br />
you touch the body of love, in your mind, so many times,<br />
its all the same, you merge, you wear, you crash into that last mind,<br />
only to be thrown, all over again,<br />
there is no,<br />
there is nothing to be but you and your ideas,<br />
the idealistic being,<br />
filled with cannibalistic actions, mangled by emotions,<br />
you read of time, in figures of stroken luck, its all<br />
in us, that last stroke to hold onto the beats,<br />
of our steps, drinking of water, flushed in circles,<br />
levels over again<br />
[and repeat]</p>
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