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All exposed and tender and damp-looking? That’s how I feel. If my chest were opened up right now. That’s what my heart would look like.” “So you cleaned away all the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/flowersnbarbedwire/571516"><title>trouble writing</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/flowersnbarbedwire/571516</link><description>maybe it's the medication...maybe it's the sleep deprivation...maybe i'm preoccupied with all the work that i'm not getting done on my house so i can sell it...maybe it's the constant worrying that i'm letting the dvd player raise my son because i'm just not able to be present these days &amp; it's...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/flowersnbarbedwire/571368"><title>last installment of BUKOWSI'S UNDERTOW</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/flowersnbarbedwire/571368</link><description>“You have anyone in mind, Cash?” “I always have myself in mind, hon. You know that.” “No. Don’t say it. I won’t believe you. You do care. I know you do. 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