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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>nothing special</title><link>http://before.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>nothing special</title><link>http://before.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/75/6a57b59ebb6ea42d635cec53568c42_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>exspression</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;no, i don't want you to know how i feel&lt;br&gt;
and it is not because i am empty inside&lt;br&gt;
but once the feelings are expressed they&lt;br&gt;
somehow become less valuable than they used to be&lt;br&gt;
i don't believe in words&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://before.blog.co.uk/2008/01/06/exspression~3534557/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://before.blog.co.uk/2008/01/06/exspression~3534557/</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 00:57:38 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>k.</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;everything you could possibly say is a lie&lt;br&gt;
as tender and beautifull as the works of gustav klimt&lt;br&gt;
i don't believe you&lt;br&gt;
but i believe in you&lt;br&gt;
it's seems to be the only real thing&lt;br&gt;
in the world that is falling apart
&lt;/p&gt;
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