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		<title>&#9829;&#9829;&#9829; anigirl + babyboy = true love &#9829;&#9829;&#9829;</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2009/03/07/anigirl-babyboy-true-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 12:55:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=1196</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I blew my nose on his plaid shirt sleeve. Left it all damp and green with mucus. It felt good. I&#8217;d achieved something amazing. He looked at me sideways. Said thank you. Said I love you, baby. I love you so much right now I want to give you something too. He unzipped his fly, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Your mother warned you #4</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/09/23/your-mother-warned-you-4/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/09/23/your-mother-warned-you-4/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 18:50:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=396</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Did you know? The warmth of her colours I taste, in each of her savoury adjectives, when alone with the picture of her hair, tangled in the breeze. Her  s p a c i o u s  caprices, near perfection to my hungry eyes. And, she too, delights in the calming qualities of&#160;repetition.
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Your mother warned you #3</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/08/30/your-mother-warned-you-3/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/08/30/your-mother-warned-you-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 23:13:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=330</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Did you know? I upset you once, I might do so again. But the tender way you relate her stories, well. Something about words gleeful and strange, mewling or howling words, the fickle creatures, they leave me wanting and go curl up purring at your&#160;feet.
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Your mother warned you #2</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/08/22/your-mother-warned-you-2/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/08/22/your-mother-warned-you-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 20:48:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=299</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Did you know? She tempts me wild with her rabid punctuation. She fills my head with horrorshow bugs and tales of a girl I wish I knew. Between vodka shots, I&#8217;d french twist her hair and we&#8217;d clickety clack on old typewriters, donning creamy silk blouses edit-stained with red&#160;ink.
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>Your mother warned you #1</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/08/20/your-mother-warned-you-1/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/08/20/your-mother-warned-you-1/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 20:34:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=293</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Did you know? Apparently, his skull&#8217;s finally been cracked open and his head really is fit to burst with girls&#8217; body parts and other unphotographables. There&#8217;s nothing strange about either of us, though. Except maybe the company we&#160;keep.
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>Forced to express a desire</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/07/30/forced-to-express-a-desire/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/07/30/forced-to-express-a-desire/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 08:43:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=258</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I want to lay horizontally across your lap, resting in the bend of your arm with my cheek on your chest, my ear to your heartbeat, my nose poised to inhale you; my bottom on your thigh and my legs dangling off the side - your free hand reaching across me, stroking me gentle but [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>17</slash:comments>
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		<title>Melody of certain damaged lemons</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/07/23/couldnt-help-but/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/07/23/couldnt-help-but/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=256</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the sea of faces I groped noses and hair-handfuls and poked eyes, blindly feeling through until I stumbled upon yours: perfectly moulded under the fleshy pads of my fingers and palms; the crook of the nose at just the right angle to the bend of my thumb, the rosy cheeks pliant beneath my fingertips, and [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>My most comfortable position</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/04/18/my-most-comfortable-position/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/04/18/my-most-comfortable-position/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:41:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=202</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Stretched out with my legs perched on his lap, a cigarette between my lips, is my most comfortable position. Except maybe for that moment in bed, when I turn onto my stomach and drift off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that I&#8217;m being watched. Much later, when I open my eyes to find his, [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>Me or me or me or me or me or</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2008/01/30/me-or-me-or-me-or-me-or-me-or/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2008/01/30/me-or-me-or-me-or-me-or-me-or/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 16:55:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Why do you love me if I taste like wrought-iron bars through droplets of rain? My kiss of bronze cast in late morning sun shade coats your tongue in gold leaf. I&#8217;m woolly sheep hobbling along the fence, determined to get my fluffy white coat caught on the wire. I think about cotton, soft but [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>The edge of the world</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/12/11/the-edge-of-the-world/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/12/11/the-edge-of-the-world/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 20:16:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[

This is us. Who we are as well as what and where we&#8217;ve been. This is what happens, the way I see it, the way you saw it. That&#8217;s what I&#8217;ll tell them when they ask. And they will ask, of course, they&#8217;re very inquisitive. I&#8217;ll show them this one and this one, and that other [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>11</slash:comments>
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		<title>Just for a moment</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/11/04/just-for-a-moment/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/11/04/just-for-a-moment/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 17:55:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=147</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[People take their lives into their own hands all the time. Risky propositions are a matter of course for some. I&#8217;m not a thrill-seeker, though, I&#8217;m a comfort-courter. Sleeping in your presence? The ultimate show of limitless trust, like a feline offering you its tender, soft underbelly. Vaguely aware of the consequences, I clumsily hoisted myself [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>A reality you don&#8217;t yet realise or accept but which nonetheless exists independent of your thoughts because I say so and I never lie</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/10/08/a-reality-you-dont-yet-realise-or-accept-but-which-nonetheless-exists-independent-of-your-thoughts-because-i-say-so-and-i-never-lie/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/10/08/a-reality-you-dont-yet-realise-or-accept-but-which-nonetheless-exists-independent-of-your-thoughts-because-i-say-so-and-i-never-lie/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 14:52:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=133</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[How would you feel if I died tomorrow? Compare that feeling to the feeling you might feel if your fuckwit boss died instead. Not glee, perhaps, but not pain either, is&#160;it?
But how would you feel if I died? Be honest with yourself. You don&#8217;t have to say it aloud. How do you feel wondering where I&#8217;ve [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
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		<title>The Writer</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/10/02/the-writer/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/10/02/the-writer/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 16:54:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=132</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[He tears my chest open, rips out my heart and publishes it for all to read. Every word that drips from his fingers is a tear that drips from my eyes, a bead of sweat that forms on my brow, a glossy, lustful trickle that slickens my&#160;labia.
He sucks the air straight out of my lungs and breathes into his writing [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>13</slash:comments>
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		<title>Sometime Saturday (Dumb Little Girl)</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/09/07/sometime-saturday-dumb-little-girl/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/09/07/sometime-saturday-dumb-little-girl/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:31:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=115</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I like being acutely aware of you, of your quiet shifting movements and the rhythm of your breath. I am usually quite fidgety, you see. Most of the time, I require my own personal space and no violations. But not with you. With you, my skin itself becomes desire. I don&#8217;t get enough of you and it&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>5</slash:comments>
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		<title>The reality of shells</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/08/06/the-reality-of-shells/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/08/06/the-reality-of-shells/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=92</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In our hearts we touch gorgeous, slender lithe fingers lightly together and in our souls, perfect heavenly bodies entwine blithely like they always said we would. Like they always wished they&#160;would.
Reality is rarely more cruel and unforgiving, not quite as subtle but endlessly more nuanced. In truth, we don&#8217;t fit seamlessly like a palmful of [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>7</slash:comments>
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		<title>More wonderful than weird, really.</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/08/05/more-wonderful-than-weird-really/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/08/05/more-wonderful-than-weird-really/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=91</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Somehow it is weird that in a weird way it&#8217;s quite wonderful. As much as I always want and need forgiving quietude, I never believe I can disassociate long enough to lose my self. Yet, quite easily and strangely confidently, though not completely without apprehension, I did. And for a minute there? Something disconnected and [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>4</slash:comments>
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		<title>Allow me to show you</title>
		<link>http://downinme.com/2007/08/01/allow-me-to-show-you/</link>
		<comments>http://downinme.com/2007/08/01/allow-me-to-show-you/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ani Smith</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Higher love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://downinme.com/?p=88</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m feeding off you, as I know you are me. I feel you, eating away at me every day, piece by piece, morsel by morsel, incisors dig deep in my flesh and further. What&#8217;s behind? What&#8217;s within? Echoing whispers intimate in my mind. You thirst for wells of knowledge of me the way I&#8217;m parched [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>8</slash:comments>
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