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		<title>Up Next, Lahore Song</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Now that you’re gone, I don’t write anymore. Once it was all muses with midnight snacks and now I can’t even feel rancour for fear of hurting you with it. Now that you’re going, my art is siphoned out to fuel small efforts in rare buildings and foreign men looking for understanding. Not even that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Poet at Every Fest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If you were not looking, I would not be here. Caught in the cross fire of defiance and desperation, I am poet, sorry I am poet, speaking my own demons like they&#8217;re yours, my own anger like it scores an orange alert on the universal terror scale. You should be worried, I want to say, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=103</link>
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		<title>Exit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I slept at the foot of the bed every night for forty years and I thought this would end it &#8211; rapture would lift us, move us and we&#8217;d entwine. We entwined but rapture bled us dry and now the dogs bay; and we are sanguine. What light falls on us feeds us up to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=96</link>
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		<title>untitled napowrimo poem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You are asking y name as if your aplomb will ensure the safety of my soul when the end times come. You are not a friend of any revolution. Could&#8217;ve been a harbinger, could have been news, but you are too parasitic to sound the final horn or call us home and happy. Write your [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=94</link>
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		<title>The Man at the Door</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Well aren&#8217;t you a chocolate Harry Potter stood at the front steps in your best battling robes. And me with apples in my hands. The thought of saving&#8217;s very far from me, you know. The sun&#8217;s down the window a bit and your head&#8217;s dripping. You may smile, as is befitting your haloed state, but [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=79</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s National Poetry Month</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;and I&#8217;m going to write a poem a day. Of course, I&#8217;m late already, being a fool, and it is now 3:53 a.m. on April 2, 2009. No matter. It&#8217;ll get done. I&#8217;m doing this partly because I&#8217;ve bee complaining for (I just realized) about two years that my poetry is drying up. This is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=75</link>
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		<title>Hospital</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ask for a world in which the white recedes and colour bleeds back in. You can feel a hand again as it softly strokes your hair &#8211; and you know it&#8217;s your own. Nothing takes you from pain like its own promise. And where is promise? Ask for a primrose world, one that means something [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=52</link>
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		<title>Fracture</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You invented India over my head, called me wet and pink, and overly looked upon - You are so benevolent, old love. I and my girls wanted a home in the earth and, among the things we left behind in the meadows and the alleyways, was who we were to you. But the dirt on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=51</link>
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		<title>Arterial</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The earth moved the day love was an unremarkable statistic. Severed arms held close to the chest were testament to who God left behind &#8211; an unremarkable statistic in the centre of the crowd. Blow me up, I have nothing to show for my life but these lights. Pull me out, wipe me down, roll [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=50</link>
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		<title>Concrete</title>
		<description><![CDATA[These are not our days. Soldiers paving the roads you and I will drive, burying the children you and I would have, could we have a life together. These are not our homes. Soldiers patrolling the perimeter, shooting down coyotes, poltergeists, men and women looking in windows the see what&#8217;s for dinner, for the days [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.kylapasha.com/main/?p=49</link>
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