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		<title>Abandoned &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[The wind is cold freezes my tears it prickles my skin and leaves me in despair The light is dark just like my mind Only my sobs echo in a place I can’t define And when your footsteps vanish the pain starts to increase Because I know you were there But you left no evidence [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The wind is cold<br />
freezes my tears<br />
it prickles my skin<br />
and leaves me in despair</p>
<p>The light is dark<br />
just like my mind<br />
Only my sobs echo<br />
in a place I can’t define</p>
<p>And when your footsteps vanish<br />
the pain starts to increase<br />
Because I know you were there<br />
But you left no evidence</p>
<p>So I might stay here<br />
a little longer<br />
just in case you came back<br />
because you actually love me<br />
and want me back</p>
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		<title>Mørke Dage &#8211; Digt af Christine Houston</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2015 03:04:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; Dagen er mørk finder ingen ro disen kryber ind lægger stemmerne på plads Sidder alene spejlet er min ven forvrænget ved synet af alle de raserianfald Kuglepennen i min hånd Blækket på gulvet Ordene spejler sig i disen der skrumper ind]]></description>
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<p>Dagen er mørk<br />
finder ingen ro<br />
disen kryber ind<br />
lægger stemmerne på plads</p>
<p>Sidder alene<br />
spejlet er min ven<br />
forvrænget ved synet<br />
af alle de raserianfald</p>
<p>Kuglepennen i min hånd<br />
Blækket på gulvet<br />
Ordene spejler sig<br />
i disen der skrumper ind</p>
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