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		<title>Untitled #7</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 05:42:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Say it isn&#8217;t so, the tomorrow I&#8217;ll never know, but today we&#8217;ll dance, tonight we&#8217;ll cry and tomorrow shall be, the day I die&#8217;.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;Say it isn&#8217;t so, the tomorrow I&#8217;ll never know, but today we&#8217;ll dance, tonight we&#8217;ll cry and tomorrow shall be, the day I die&#8217;.</p>
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		<title>Untitled #6</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 11:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Heart sinks, you pull me up, you are the air I breathe. Together one, hand in hand we live. You carry me when I can no longer walk, your mercy overcomes my fears, your grace over my failures. Never alone, and though tears fall, you are my everything. Apart from you I am nothing.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heart sinks, you pull me up, you are the air I breathe.<br />
Together one, hand in hand we live.<br />
You carry me when I can no longer walk, your mercy overcomes my fears, your grace over my failures.<br />
Never alone, and though tears fall, you are my everything.<br />
Apart from you I am nothing.</p>
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		<title>Untitled #5</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 02:39:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A silent space I seek inside myself, a moment to toil over that which I find difficult to grasp. A sense of nostalgia washes over me and content am I then to sit in the stillness of now. A thought is sent and makes it way over to sit on your shoulder and whisper in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><em>A silent space I seek inside myself, a moment to toil over that which I find difficult to grasp. A sense of nostalgia washes over me and content am I then to sit in the stillness of now. </em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;"><em>A thought is sent and makes it way over to sit on your shoulder and whisper in your ear. I am thinking of you. </em></span></span></p>
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		<title>Untitled #4</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 02:31:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was thinking I was sinking lend us a hand, please. On second thoughts forget that. If you touched me it would be like fire.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><em>I was thinking I was sinking <br />
lend us a hand, please. <br />
On second thoughts <br />
forget that. <br />
If you touched me <br />
it would be like fire.</em></span></span></p>
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		<title>Untitled #3</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 15:55:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shadows cast on interchangeable backdrops Light throws itself in mock exhaustion across the room Its presence giving a relaxed aura as it languidly shifts around as the afternoon sun changes position and the shadows shuffle past.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shadows cast on interchangeable backdrops<br />
Light throws itself in mock exhaustion across the room<br />
Its presence giving a relaxed aura as it languidly shifts around as the afternoon sun changes position and the shadows shuffle past.</p>
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		<title>Untitled #2</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 11:10:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We dance the dance of the mentally insane, turning and twisting through the blackened rubble beneath our feet. Ash rises and fills the air in rhythmic union to the movements. Mourning the loss of innocence we twirl around and round, spinning ourselves into a state of mind where there is no one else but the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-176" style="margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px;" title="IMGP0437" src="http://www.rose.id.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/IMGP0437.jpg" alt="IMGP0437" width="300" height="225" />We dance the dance of the mentally insane, turning and twisting through the blackened rubble beneath our feet. Ash rises and fills the air in rhythmic union to the movements. Mourning the loss of innocence we twirl around and round, spinning ourselves into a state of mind where there is no one else but the pictures of what was. In our mind you cannot see, in our thoughts you cannot hear and still we whirl and twirl around and round, seeking the place that was before but is no more.</p>
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		<title>Untitled #1</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 12:08:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A funny kind of something wandered by me today. I couldnt see the reason nor could I see a way. Yet thoughtlessly forgiving the why remains unknown How far his love would take me and for what it would atone.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A funny kind of something<br />
wandered by me today.<br />
I couldnt see the reason<br />
nor could I see a way.<br />
Yet thoughtlessly forgiving<br />
the why remains unknown<br />
How far his love would take me<br />
and for what it would atone.</p>
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		<title>Sway</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 04:10:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Come take my hand let us dance, to the music sway together in a rhythmic union all of our own making. Come lets trip the light, fantastic as we gaze into each others eyes and swear to a love never before felt so strong and true Let the nights become day in your arms and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Come take my hand let us dance,<br />
  to the music sway together<br />
  in a rhythmic union all of our own making.<br />
Come lets trip the light, fantastic<br />
  as we gaze into each others eyes and swear<br />
  to a love never before felt so strong and true<br />
Let the nights become day in your arms<br />
  and mark my love in the reflection<br />
  of your glow in my face.<br />
Come sway with me let us become one together<br />
  and let no one break the unseen bond<br />
  that bind us together, forever.</p>
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		<title>27/07/05</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 11:51:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I&#8217;m blissfully unaware Flying over empty spaces of time I am no where No thoughts to goad me No pressure to constrict me Blissfully unaware, and free to be Nothing]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today I&#8217;m blissfully unaware</p>
<p>Flying over empty spaces of time</p>
<p>I am no where</p>
<p>No thoughts to goad me</p>
<p>No pressure to constrict me</p>
<p>Blissfully unaware, and free to be</p>
<p>Nothing</p>
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		<title>Waves</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 07:11:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Waves crashing against the shore, slap, slap, slap&#8230; Slap one upside the head and inside the thoughts will roll around and position themselves accordingly. Keen are the sense and the nose that smells all there is in life to be inhaled. Calm are the fingers that smooth out the wrinkles of my soul. Joyful are [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Waves crashing against the shore, slap, slap, slap&#8230; Slap one upside the head and inside the thoughts will roll around and position themselves accordingly. Keen are the sense and the nose that smells all there is in life to be inhaled. Calm are the fingers that smooth out the wrinkles of my soul. Joyful are the eyes that gaze upon the world and each one is greeted and met with fervent enthusiasm.</p>
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