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	<title>Comments on: Adversity’s Flower</title>
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	<description>Qutbuddin Loren Ruh Smith</description>
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		<title>By: Anthony</title>
		<link>http://qlorensmith.com/2007/06/02/adversity%e2%80%99s-flower/comment-page-1/#comment-14</link>
		<dc:creator>Anthony</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 04:26:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As if I’ve been holding my breath
Waiting for yours
I choose to forget the way that we met..

Not unlike any other meeting
Where I had something you wanted
Or you were someone I thought might be useful for a moment
Between sips of wine
Kisses of others
Moon and sun dancing apart
The returning of the same daily time tocks
Same passing buildings and trees
Closing and unlocking of doors
Dirty the dishes to clean to use to clean
The bed to make and make love in and wake without love made
Socks to wash and fold and wear 
Consumption of every second
Until no second can be found

We were 

There is no more 
Whether in thought 
Maybe a gesture left in a pocket 
Fumbling keys 
And jiggling balls
While looking the other way 
A stranger passes not noticed

All at once I stop to wonder where the air might be
Why do I feel as if I’ve been holding my breath
Not knowing you
Or if you’ve been breathing all along?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As if I’ve been holding my breath<br />
Waiting for yours<br />
I choose to forget the way that we met..</p>
<p>Not unlike any other meeting<br />
Where I had something you wanted<br />
Or you were someone I thought might be useful for a moment<br />
Between sips of wine<br />
Kisses of others<br />
Moon and sun dancing apart<br />
The returning of the same daily time tocks<br />
Same passing buildings and trees<br />
Closing and unlocking of doors<br />
Dirty the dishes to clean to use to clean<br />
The bed to make and make love in and wake without love made<br />
Socks to wash and fold and wear<br />
Consumption of every second<br />
Until no second can be found</p>
<p>We were </p>
<p>There is no more<br />
Whether in thought<br />
Maybe a gesture left in a pocket<br />
Fumbling keys<br />
And jiggling balls<br />
While looking the other way<br />
A stranger passes not noticed</p>
<p>All at once I stop to wonder where the air might be<br />
Why do I feel as if I’ve been holding my breath<br />
Not knowing you<br />
Or if you’ve been breathing all along?</p>
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		<title>By: Mike</title>
		<link>http://qlorensmith.com/2007/06/02/adversity%e2%80%99s-flower/comment-page-1/#comment-2</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2007 22:32:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can totally dig how she blooms in adversity man.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can totally dig how she blooms in adversity man.</p>
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