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		<title>mortality .</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 15:56:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the heavy mist obscures her view of the world so that she cannot see more than a stride ahead. she reaches forward to see her arm disappear in its thick yet dispersed emptiness, but her fingers brush up against a cool glass-like substance. she blinks, as if closing her eyes momentarily could clear the mist, but <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1795&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>dizzy .</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:40:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[head hurts. feet hurt. ears are ringing. they tell me its the bells that are singing. but i know that the world doesn&#8217;t sing anymore. tomorrow. a new day. a ballad. does the numbness stay. apparently its all about what has happened before. i can&#8217;t think. i can&#8217;t swear. i can&#8217;t remember, from when. where. came <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1793&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>splinters .</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 15:47:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[as she stands over the mess she&#8217;s made, a mosaic of imagines clutter her mind. the reflection of sunlight through various shards of glass beam back at her, entreating her to shield her eyes and reminding her to shield her heart. for when something is so fragile and easily broken the remainder is never pretty. <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1766&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>apostrophe .</title>
		<link>http://lizii.wordpress.com/2011/09/30/apostrophe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 17:49:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the curtains draw in a darkness that separates her from the rest of the world. beyond the vacuum she has created and filled with emptyness, the problems of the world that she must solve linger in the air. one by one they queue, waiting for the curtains to crack so they can flood in and claim <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1750&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>umbrella .</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Sep 2011 18:14:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a broken umbrella lays on the floor. chords of metal are meshed, intertwined and mangled, ripping through the plastic material. once a shield, its punctures have rendered it useless against nature&#8217;s elements, and it is no longer able to perform what&#8217;s required. she remembers when she acquired it, not wanting to leave without it because it <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1745&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>the last battle .</title>
		<link>http://lizii.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/the-last-battle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 04:13:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[sometimes in the silence the buzzing starts. the whirring, persistent, annoying buzzing that represents realisation. at first it&#8217;s hushed, but with every second that passes by it grows louder, picking up fragments of understanding and snowballing it together. following all the confusion that once saturated this space, the condensed realisation triggers a chain reaction. anticipation. <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1740&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>watermark .</title>
		<link>http://lizii.wordpress.com/2011/05/27/watermark/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 17:49:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;if the world only gave you one more day to collect your moments and build your repertoire of happiness&#8230;&#8221; she stops reading the billboard as it blurs past. it&#8217;s so stupid, she thinks to herself. someone who had actually experienced moments that contribute to a repertoire of happiness would not think of it this way. <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1717&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>counteract .</title>
		<link>http://lizii.wordpress.com/2011/04/12/counteract/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2011 16:34:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the doors of the train close as she stands facing them from the platform. if she presses the rewind button and puts in the effort to run next time she could make it through. she speculates. runs through all the possibilities in her mind. should she take it back?  but for some reason, unlike all the other instances, <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1713&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>tread .</title>
		<link>http://lizii.wordpress.com/2011/03/27/tread/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 16:29:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[if there was light at the beginning, what was there at the end? in a day where the sun rises to siginify a start&#8230; the remaining specks of sunlight reflect like glitter over the water. they flicker, creating a pattern that alters every second so that you couldn&#8217;t retrace it even if you tried. although <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1710&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>prelude .</title>
		<link>http://lizii.wordpress.com/2011/02/11/prelude/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 14:02:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(leggiero) in the dark they speak of the world, playing their words slowly but without hesitation. (crescendo) the words spring like a long string of melodies, like the classics that begin again when you think they&#8217;re about to end, and come to life in a falsetto even stronger than before.  (allegretto) combined together, their sentences become <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=lizii.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3169969&amp;post=1708&amp;subd=lizii&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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