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	<title>Judah Mahay, Writer &#187; eyes</title>
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		<title>The Eyes May See Differently</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 13:14:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Salt scraped from eyes Where, oh where are you Born with brittle sight I think no less Pitted spirit Left to mourn Broken nye Cast the mold of myself To make anew without you But spark no more, glazed the mind Meek no more, the shadow of my mold Always lined with vile self Oh, tender self wake What I made masters over me But dawn burns no more Grinning despair The smile kills the truth Animal to myself I know not where to go Always it ends in revenge To what To ourselves, foolish child This convoluted shell Breathe no more And dancing free, kissing lips, joyful tears Prized as yours But now another&#8217;s The mirror of your past lied You are no more]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Salt scraped from eyes<br />
Where, oh where are you<br />
Born with brittle sight<br />
I think no less<br />
Pitted spirit<br />
Left to mourn<br />
Broken nye<br />
Cast the mold of myself<br />
To make anew without you<br />
But spark no more, glazed the mind<br />
Meek no more, the shadow of my mold<br />
Always lined with vile self<br />
Oh, tender self wake<br />
What I made masters over me<br />
But dawn burns no more<br />
Grinning despair<br />
The smile kills the truth<br />
Animal to myself<br />
I know not where to go<br />
Always it ends in revenge<br />
To what<br />
To ourselves, foolish child<br />
This convoluted shell<br />
Breathe no more<br />
And dancing free, kissing lips, joyful tears<br />
Prized as yours<br />
But now another&#8217;s<br />
The mirror of your past lied<br />
You are no more</p>
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		<title>Respite</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 03:55:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Judah Mahay</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Though we all carry a hope for respite I wishful plight Remembered night Anon the sight We look yonder Away whence we came To houses new and glades green Forgotten childish play, childish toys The magic dies With a sigh Our skin crinkles Our eyes narrow Our souls crumble The magic dies Then child we see once more And in the sparkle of their eyes We either cringe Or know whence we came And laugh the glee of respite anon no more Or die once more]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Though we all carry a hope for respite<br />
I wishful plight<br />
Remembered night<br />
Anon the sight<br />
We look yonder<br />
Away whence we came<br />
To houses new and glades green<br />
Forgotten childish play, childish toys<br />
The magic dies<br />
With a sigh<br />
Our skin crinkles<br />
Our eyes narrow<br />
Our souls crumble<br />
The magic dies<br />
Then child we see once more<br />
And in the sparkle of their eyes<br />
We either cringe<br />
Or know whence we came<br />
And laugh the glee of respite anon no more<br />
Or die once more</p>
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