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	<description>Words are sexy...</description>
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		<title>Clowning Around</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2009/07/02/clowning-around/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 07:43:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Picture Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Image provided by Hello kuso! under a CC licence.

Everyone has a clown within them
even if buried somewhere deep down inside
Some of us wear our clowns on our sleeves
always joking, making witty remarks
I noticed a man once, when I was a small child
An ordinary man dressed in brown slacks and a white shirt
He&#8217;d drawn a crowd [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Usual</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/11/01/usual/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/11/01/usual/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 02:17:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[One Word]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You fucked me
in the usual way
Fast, selfish and unsensuous
I couldn&#8217;t wait
for you to finish
I wanted a cigarette
They never fail
to satisfy me
Where you can&#8217;t
They will kill  me
but so will you
You inspire boredom
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		<title>Blowing in the wind</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/05/23/blowing-in-the-wind/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/05/23/blowing-in-the-wind/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 02:57:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My muse has left me
abandoned against the wall
of silence
where the wind lashes my face
and reminds me how
barren my mind is
how fickle is my muse
to be carried off on a whim
like that
without a thought for her dependant,
without a minutes grace
or reflection.
I stare at the wall.
It glares back.
]]></description>
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		<title>Silence</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/05/04/silence/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/05/04/silence/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 01:37:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I hate it when you look at me that way.
There&#8217;s an expectancy on your face
yet I don&#8217;t know how to fulfill it.
You don&#8217;t give any clues away.
You look as though you&#8217;re injured, lost
and want me to fix it.
I need some help here.
You have to tell me what needs fixing.
All I ever get is silence.
]]></description>
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		<title>Outside</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/30/outside/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/30/outside/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 23:37:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[One Word]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[They don&#8217;t realise how lonely it is
on the outside.
They pushed me to it, cheered me on
and smiled.
They think I obtained it all
on my escape.
W
R
O
N
G
I have less now than when I was sat with them
on the inside.
At least then I had somebody to share
moments with.
Now I have nothing except my reflection keeping me company.
It&#8217;s lonely on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fare</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/24/fare/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/24/fare/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2005 00:46:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[One Word]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I wait for the bus in a strange town
And wonder with a nervous edge if
the driver will understand what I am saying
when I ask &#8216;how much is the fare?&#8217;.
They don&#8217;t like outsiders here,
and they like odd accents even less.
This town, caught up in its antiquity,
could be mistaken for a black hole.
It&#8217;s in a timewarp you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>White whites</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/16/white-whites/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/16/white-whites/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2005 01:54:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Rhyme]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My mother was proud of her whites.  I was too.
You could see the glint in her eye when friends of mine
would comment on how brilliantly white my socks were.
Their socks always looked a greyish off-white colour.
You could tell they thought that my socks were
a sign of a good caring mother, as though they&#8217;d been [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
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		<title>Jealousy</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/14/jealousy/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/14/jealousy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 10:28:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Copyright Free]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[When I see you, who were so wise and cool,
Gazing with silly sickness on that fool
You&#8217;ve given your love to, your adoring hands
Touch his so intimately that each understands,
I know, most hidden things; and when I know
Your holiest dreams yield to the stupid bow
Of his red lips, and that the empty grace
Of those strong legs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The love machine</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/14/the-love-machine/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/14/the-love-machine/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 00:43:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Picture Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Image by Ray Caesar

Do you see the look in my eyes?
The stark glassy stare
through which I project
my loathing for you?
Do you see how my love
turned to dust before you?
How my soul vanished
into your void?
You made me this way
You tore my heart to pieces
until every sinew became detached,
broken and lifeless.
You stole my spirit.
Now I am mere [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>I Don&#8217;t Know How</title>
		<link>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/12/i-dont-know-how/</link>
		<comments>http://inkotica.com/2005/03/12/i-dont-know-how/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 02:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Prose]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I feel reality slip away from me in times like these.  I slink away from you into the darkness of my psyche, your love doesn&#8217;t touch me there.  
When I think of how I&#8217;ve acted, I&#8217;m ashamed.  Ashamed that despite everything, you still love me.  How can you still love me [...]]]></description>
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