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		<title>knocking on heaven’s door</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:59:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The man sings: knock, knock,
knocking on heaven’s door.
I am knocking on heaven’s door; yet it seems
no one’s home. Do you hear me God?
Why is your house empty? Why is it silent?
I want an answer, a sign, a signal God. I
know you’re harboring my beloved.
feb/&#8217;04
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		<title>Her absence is like the sky</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 03:43:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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Did you ever know, dear, how much you took away with you when you left?  You have stripped me even of my past, even of the things we never shared.  (p. 61)


Once very near the end I said, &#8216;If you can—if it is allowed—come to me when I too am on my death bed.&#8217;  &#8216;Allowed!&#8217; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rawcookedburned.wordpress.com&blog=114906&post=29&subd=rawcookedburned&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>it was!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 07:16:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[And then, these journeys
and my sea of renewal:
your head on the pillow,
your hands floating
in the light, in my light,
over my earth.
It was beautiful to live
when you lived!
&#8211;Neruda 
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		<title>The Last Ride together</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 18:24:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Robert Browning.
Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never&#8212;
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
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		<title>چشم در راه</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:07:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 							ترا من چشم در راهم
ترا من چشم در راهم شباهنگام
که می گیرند در شاخ &#8221; تلاجن&#8221;  سایه ها رنگ سیاهی
وزان دلخستگانت راست اندوهی فراهم
ترا من چشم در راهم.

شباهنگام.در آندم که بر جا دره ها چون مرده ماران  							خفتگانند
در آن نوبت که بندد دست نیلوفر به پای سرو کوهی دام
گرم یاد آوری یا [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rawcookedburned.wordpress.com&blog=114906&post=26&subd=rawcookedburned&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2191</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2007 22:33:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[From and including: Friday, May 11, 2001
To, but not including : Friday, May 11, 2007
It is 2191 days from the start date to the end date, but not including the end date
Or 6 years excluding the end date
Alternative time units
2191 days can be converted to one of these units:

189,302,400 seconds
3,155,040  minutes
52,584  hours
313  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rawcookedburned.wordpress.com&blog=114906&post=25&subd=rawcookedburned&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Today &#8211; by Kimia</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 20:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today
From: Kimia
Date: 4/9/2001
Today, I realized that the dreams of my childhood have ran out as quickly as  sand pebbles through a child’s fingers. And yet I learned to dream new dreams,  Dreams more majestic, more stunning, more my own. Today, I felt life, as though  for the first time, I tasted disappointment. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rawcookedburned.wordpress.com&blog=114906&post=24&subd=rawcookedburned&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>در معركه چنين خزاني · شد زخم رسيده گلستاني</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 03:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ليلي ز سرير سر بلندي افتاد به چاه دردمندي
شد چشم زده بهار باغش زد باد تپانچه بر چراغش
آن سر كه عصابهاي زر بستخود را به عصا به دگر بست
گشت آن تن نازك قصب پوش چون تار قصب ضعيف و بيتوش
شد بدر مهيش چون هلالي وان سرو سهيش چون خيالي
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 04:14:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is a
deep void inside me
and sometimes I peer out
from the edge into
the vast darkness,
which draws me in
like an invitation to a feast,
not realizing the honored
guest at the table
&#8211; and the beast &#8211;
are both me.
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		<title>heavy stones of grief</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 19:17:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>amir</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I told you once I should pass out of your kindness into your patience, as from one room to another, as though I could go where I liked and lay my face in the flowers you have left and pass my hand over the silk of your dear feelings. But I shall never be abel [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=rawcookedburned.wordpress.com&blog=114906&post=21&subd=rawcookedburned&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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