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		<title>Sonnet &#8211; Last Goodbye</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 17:02:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The blade soft, cold, sharp against my pale skin This pain i feel will soon come to an end The knife in my hand is my only friend. The blood running down, i can&#8217;t feel a thing One short cut and my slow death can begin. A goodbye note to you i could never send [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The blade soft, cold, sharp against my pale skin<br />
This pain i feel will soon come to an end<br />
The knife in my hand is my only friend.<br />
The blood running down, i can&#8217;t feel a thing<br />
One short cut and my slow death can begin.<br />
A goodbye note to you i could never send<br />
Your broken heart i could never mend,<br />
My suicide becomes my greatest sin.<br />
I am rescuing you from all of me,<br />
Erase all the memories, please, forget<br />
Learn to live, without the hurt and upset.<br />
This, my suicide, can set you free.<br />
I rip at my veins so you can forget<br />
So you can pretend that we never met.<br />]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sonnet From The Broken Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 10:05:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shall i dare look into your cold dark eyes, So obvious on your paling skin. Red lips still parted from your final cry, Wrists slashed deep, open from your final sin Your head still bowed from your heartfelt pray-er That you had to speak so god could hear you. He had to know that love [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Shall i dare look into your cold dark eyes,<br />
So obvious on your paling skin.<br />
Red lips still parted from your final cry,<br />
Wrists slashed deep, open from your final sin<br />
Your head still bowed from your heartfelt pray-er<br />
That you had to speak so god could hear you.<br />
He had to know that love was so unfair<br />
So he could forgive what you would do.<br />
Rested on your knees you made your escape,<br />
Your heart left broken from your last betrayal.<br />
For ever in pray-er you chased your fate<br />
You wanted to feel love hadn&#8217;t failed.<br />
You felt as if there was nowhere to hide,<br />
Your last escape became your suicide.<br />]]></content:encoded>
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