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  <title>life poem</title>
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    <title>dry elbows</title>
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      <name>Chris</name>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>the evening passed on my dry elbows, before a dead fire, next to a monitor playing reruns of the x-files. before the lcd playing the words of a former  mistress, a milky little doll with a blunt bob, rosebud breasts, and a penchant  for wearing dkny under the hawaiian sun. or showing off a tummy above hiphuggers  and below a jogbra, black.</p>
<p>her words on the screen. x-sender. x-reply. x-header. she at work, me putting  off the rower. the words. &quot;how can you remember all of this?&quot; she  asks, &quot;or a you making it up as you go along?&quot; </p>
<address> &#169;1998 chris abraham </address>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>the evening passed on my dry elbows, before a dead fire, next to a monitor playing reruns of the x-files. before the lcd playing the words of a former  mistress, a milky little doll with a blunt bob, rosebud breasts, and a penchant  for wearing dkny under the hawaiian sun. or showing off a tummy above hiphuggers  and below a jogbra, black.</p>
<p>her words on the screen. x-sender. x-reply. x-header. she at work, me putting  off the rower. the words. &quot;how can you remember all of this?&quot; she  asks, &quot;or a you making it up as you go along?&quot; </p>
<address> &#169;1998 chris abraham </address>
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