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		<title>Halves of Things</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2019 21:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Clara Burghelea A bruise down the thigh or sinkingteeth into another flesh. A ring of sky,or the deafening storm. Dreaming of coffee all my life, then hives.Obsessed with soft leeches,choking at the sight of blood. To have and to hold, otherwiseeasy with the in-betweens. Inksliding on paper, then softly barren. Lying on the floor with you,naming all secrets, or <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/halves-of-things/">Read More</a></p>
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		<title>Because This One Is Broken</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>by Millicent Borges Accardi There was a boat, there were many boats,patterned after a fashion into a fleet.There were Portuguese widows who prayedand those who sang of sailors and their strong sea,amid the sky that we wore like a cape.There was a yellow radiance of sunset and howit used to be. Please, ask me, husband, and I will bringyou a <a class="read-more" href="https://elephantsnever.com/because-this-one-is-broken/">Read More</a></p>
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