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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. It&#039;s Just One Planet. But There Are Many Stories. </description>
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		<title>Hide Me, Sandcastle, from this Wave; Malware; Quasimodo’s Last Walk; Research Question; Yesternight</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[I want to slyly install my sadness

Into your brain, like malware. Load it

And explode it.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Look</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Hibah Shabkhez]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everything I wrote myself I hid or promptly threw away, whether revenge fantasies or what I later found out is called fan-fiction. I had no notion of becoming a writer, however, until I was nearly eighteen years old. At that point I quite suddenly realised I was one, whether I would or no.]]></description>
		
		
		
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