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	<title>The Pedestrian Poet &#187; burn</title>
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		<title>Bonfire</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 00:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The boy sits Alone on the beach With glowering eyes And a heart Full of hate and anger He listens to the ocean Roaring day and night Arms wrapped tight around His scraped and bleeding knees Tattoos run up his arms Like black veins A fire burns before him As he stares deep into it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">The boy sits<br />
Alone on the beach<br />
With glowering eyes<br />
And a heart<br />
Full of hate and anger<br />
He listens to the ocean<br />
Roaring day and night<br />
Arms wrapped tight around<br />
His scraped and bleeding knees<br />
Tattoos run up his arms<br />
Like black veins<br />
A fire burns before him<br />
As he stares deep into it<br />
Watching the fickle flame<br />
Dancing too and fro<br />
How unfair it is<br />
For it to be free<br />
When he stands in chains<br />
He waves his hand<br />
Slowly through the flames<br />
But he doesn’t feel the pain<br />
He doesn’t feel anything anymore<br />
So he takes what is left<br />
Of his meager belongings<br />
And throws them into the fire<br />
It crackles and waves<br />
Sparking to life<br />
As it consumes another’s<br />
The boy watches<br />
His life go up in flames<br />
Burning slowly to ashes<br />
As it withers and curls<br />
He stands<br />
And walks away<br />
He is done<br />
He is finally done</p>
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