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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 21:29:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>okok this is just some untitled fanfiction that I blame on tumblr.  IGNORE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Berserk&lt;/b&gt;, 2700 words or so, Griffith and Guts (and Griffith/Guts in an undercover kind of way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;cut-wrapper&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;display: none;&quot; id=&quot;span-cuttag___1&quot; class=&quot;cuttag&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;cut-open&quot;&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;cut-text&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://alovelyburn.dreamwidth.org/1936.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;lets pretend i know something about cut-text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class=&quot;cut-close&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: none;&quot; id=&quot;div-cuttag___1&quot; aria-live=&quot;assertive&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=alovelyburn&amp;ditemid=1936&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 09:18:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>One day...</title>
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  <description>I will upload icons and say witty deep things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day is not today. &lt;img src=&quot;http://emos.plurk.com/94cf4ecbf37e7651358b1da12893699c_w19_h19.png&quot; title=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=alovelyburn&amp;ditemid=820&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2011 09:00:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Behold the power of the test.</title>
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  <description>[somewhere i have never travelled]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond&lt;br /&gt;	any experience, your eyes have their silence:&lt;br /&gt;	in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,&lt;br /&gt;	or which i cannot touch because they are too near&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	your slightest look easily will unclose me&lt;br /&gt;	though i have closed myself as fingers,&lt;br /&gt;	you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens&lt;br /&gt;	(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	or if your wish be to close me, i and&lt;br /&gt;	my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;	as when the heart of this flower imagines&lt;br /&gt;	the snow carefully everywhere descending;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals&lt;br /&gt;	the power of your intense fragility: whose texture&lt;br /&gt;	compels me with the colour of its countries,&lt;br /&gt;	rendering death and forever with each breathing&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;	(i do not know what it is about you that closes&lt;br /&gt;	and opens; only something in me understands&lt;br /&gt;	the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)&lt;br /&gt;	nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© E.E. Cummings (1931)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just because i had it open, rofl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=alovelyburn&amp;ditemid=690&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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