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  <body>&lt;p&gt;It was a day of no special intent,&lt;br /&gt;
it was a day of no special notice,&lt;br /&gt;
all about it was an air of the non-chalant;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could not say that I had a special purpose,&lt;br /&gt;
nor could I truly say that I paid attention&lt;br /&gt;
to the world around me&amp;#8217;s very existence;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Though it would seem that the world was again&lt;br /&gt;
a home of madness and an undeniable instability,&lt;br /&gt;
there surely was a time for anything to begin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sublime was purely inattainable, so we would see&lt;br /&gt;
and so we accepted for the day, for that one time&lt;br /&gt;
when even I was wiling to be everything but free;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And of the boundaries that constricted me &lt;br /&gt;
I could not very well speak,&lt;br /&gt;
As I slowly lost contact with life itself,&lt;br /&gt;
it was an escape I seeked;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;what words could hold for me, &lt;br /&gt;
I could have never known,&lt;br /&gt;
until I experienced them first hand&lt;br /&gt;
showing me the way home.&lt;/p&gt;</body>
  <created-at type="datetime">2009-06-22T05:50:27-07:00</created-at>
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  <title>In Loving Memory Of Karl Marx</title>
  <updated-at type="datetime">2010-03-09T16:12:19-08:00</updated-at>
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