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  <title>How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?</title>
  <subtitle>sam-sam</subtitle>
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    <name>sam-sam</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-22T04:04:44Z</updated>
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    <title>eleanorsboots @ 2008-06-22T00:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-22T04:04:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i'm 18 and i feel old!!!!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>eleanorsboots @ 2006-12-15T21:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-16T02:43:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-16T02:43:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;i'd say it's new now, but it's not&lt;br /&gt;maybe the way everything's unfolded&lt;br /&gt;you, a crisp newspaper&lt;br /&gt;having tumbled open&lt;br /&gt;and i the inquisitive fingers&lt;br /&gt;slipping under each layer&lt;br /&gt;to turn you over&lt;br /&gt;sliding along under each precious&lt;br /&gt;consonant&lt;br /&gt;vowel&lt;br /&gt;you are my &lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;you are the delicate spread of lips &lt;br /&gt;you are the depreciation of skin&lt;br /&gt;in small round impressions&lt;br /&gt;the glistening of big brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;you are the cadence&lt;br /&gt;the flowery rythm cascading forth&lt;br /&gt;full-bodied chuckle&lt;br /&gt;you are mental jubiliation&lt;br /&gt;you are heartache&lt;br /&gt;you are destruction&lt;br /&gt;you are beauty&lt;br /&gt;you, the perpetual newspaper&lt;br /&gt;your bold faced openess&lt;br /&gt;i'd say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;"goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;what i mean to say is&lt;br /&gt;"hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content>
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    <title>eleanorsboots @ 2006-05-16T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T23:36:11Z</published>
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    <lj:music>strange&amp;beautiful- aqualung</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;incoherent ramblings. i had a poem. i really liked it. but lj ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you are.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am.&lt;br /&gt;the word there has the word here in it.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you noticed that.&lt;br /&gt;you don't seem to notice much.&lt;br /&gt;which, i guess is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i'm not myself around you.&lt;br /&gt;because of course, i'm insanely self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;even though you're amazingly easy-going.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be that intolerable because you sought my company.&lt;br /&gt;even after i wasn't myself.&lt;br /&gt;have i ever been myself around you?&lt;br /&gt;i can remember from last year.&lt;br /&gt;i was testy and aloof.&lt;br /&gt;but that was me then, really.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you've always been the same.&lt;br /&gt;but it's only just now i'm appreciating it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad you're yourself, because that's what i like.&lt;br /&gt;but what if that's what you like about me?&lt;br /&gt;that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;how can you like me?&lt;br /&gt;a resolution, then.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be more of me.&lt;br /&gt;and you be the same of you.&lt;br /&gt;i think that'll work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their off-days.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's been my off-weeks.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'll be more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;because i'm done with sitting in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;ashamed of everything.&lt;br /&gt;done with being unremarkable and less than memorable.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a felt presence.&lt;br /&gt;so, you're where i'll start.&lt;br /&gt;you can feel my presence.&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel yours.&lt;br /&gt;that should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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