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	<title>The Beat &#187; Elizabeth Rose</title>
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		<title>Bait</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 07:05:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elizabeth Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a café drinking iced tea.
Skin wet and hair coiled
by the damp Spanish sun;
a soft June-lit shadow.
Thinking about her past.
Gently lost in its prisms, the
sea-misted window holds up
a mirror to her face.  Again;
It&#8217;s all there &#8211; the trappings
the bait is set, scented with
salt. Another new her is emerging.
Tentative. She places herself
halfway in –
       only half [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love whore</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 16:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Elizabeth Rose</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Christ, to
take that
innocence
and suggest
that there
is more, to
make him
thirst the
dirt that
I have come
to abhor, suck
him hard and
disguise the rot
with home
cooked ham,
what a sick
fuck I am
that is left,
wanton: more
bile than a
drunk resides
in my guts.
Morals of a
rapist impale
my looks, the
mirror&#8217;s cracked
yet myself; the same,
not shamed, with
self discussed.
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