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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/"><title>Uprooted  love</title><link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Uprooted  love</title><link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/30/1c4b7fd6ee18fbd975d7615508a8ab_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2009/02/27/fluorescent-walls-of-a-world-i-never-belonged-make-my-5657815/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/title~3650423/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603366/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603361/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603358/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603355/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603350/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/title~2179766/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175529/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175474/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175427/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/03/23/sab_bhula_kai_forgetting_evrything~1962905/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/03/23/title~1962793/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2009/02/27/fluorescent-walls-of-a-world-i-never-belonged-make-my-5657815/"><default:title>title-5657815</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2009/02/27/fluorescent-walls-of-a-world-i-never-belonged-make-my-5657815/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-02-27T06:24:26+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;fluorescent walls.. of a&lt;br&gt;
world i never belonged&lt;br&gt;
make my fists bleed.&lt;br&gt;
when  it kills me to know&lt;br&gt;
that i m still alive,&lt;br&gt;
and i dont know&lt;br&gt;
how i woke up in this bed. ...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;all i remember is..&lt;br&gt;
wishing&lt;br&gt;
this insomnia had taken&lt;br&gt;
with itself&lt;br&gt;
my last breath away...&lt;br&gt;
twasnt meant to be&lt;br&gt;
the last one,&lt;br&gt;
now i realise....&lt;br&gt;
and nobody's there to&lt;br&gt;
tell me if&lt;br&gt;
i ever see you again...............&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;still dont feel like&lt;br&gt;
admitting ..&lt;br&gt;
searching roads beyond you&lt;br&gt;
wasnt something to be done...&lt;br&gt;
and i still cant find out&lt;br&gt;
what lies beyond this edge,,&lt;br&gt;
no , i dont blame&lt;br&gt;
you for bringing me&lt;br&gt;
to this brink..&lt;br&gt;
and.oh....the pebbles are so loose here...&lt;br&gt;
n i am afraid&lt;br&gt;
i wont die once more..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;tears cant sour these eyes no more&lt;br&gt;
..bled my heart out..&lt;br&gt;
even then.. what keeps pumping&lt;br&gt;
this agony in my veins.....&lt;br&gt;
when this way downhill&lt;br&gt;
seems steep to satisfaction,&lt;br&gt;
and i m no more near&lt;br&gt;
something safe...&lt;br&gt;
to stop my chances..&lt;br&gt;
identities perish and&lt;br&gt;
the sands will never know..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;feel the reverberations&lt;br&gt;
as i send waves into the&lt;br&gt;
empty air..&lt;br&gt;
and i would be lying&lt;br&gt;
if i said ,&lt;br&gt;
they dont remind me&lt;br&gt;
..of the wishes&lt;br&gt;
that swept my life away..&lt;br&gt;
.. came so close&lt;br&gt;
to touching&lt;br&gt;
whats so unreal...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;legs dont tremble anymore..&lt;br&gt;
the last scene of&lt;br&gt;
this thing i called life&lt;br&gt;
couldnt have been&lt;br&gt;
more silent and lifeless....&lt;br&gt;
close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
for one flash of&lt;br&gt;
everything i ever lived ....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;......................&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;and i find your face&lt;br&gt;
with its aurora of emotions&lt;br&gt;
gripping me all over...&lt;br&gt;
breaking the cemeteries&lt;br&gt;
inside me to life..&lt;br&gt;
no heaven  or hell&lt;br&gt;
to go to..&lt;br&gt;
i find myself wishing&lt;br&gt;
for your...&lt;br&gt;
and i cant decide...&lt;br&gt;
how can i want everything&lt;br&gt;
at the same time&lt;br&gt;
only that everything is&lt;br&gt;
you...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;and i look behind&lt;br&gt;
wishing to feel&lt;br&gt;
your fingers...&lt;br&gt;
as&lt;br&gt;
a pinch of cold emptiness&lt;br&gt;
kisses my bare heels ....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2009/02/27/fluorescent-walls-of-a-world-i-never-belonged-make-my-5657815/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>fluorescent walls.. of a<br>
world i never belonged<br>
make my fists bleed.<br>
when  it kills me to know<br>
that i m still alive,<br>
and i dont know<br>
how i woke up in this bed. ...</p>
	<p>all i remember is..<br>
wishing<br>
this insomnia had taken<br>
with itself<br>
my last breath away...<br>
twasnt meant to be<br>
the last one,<br>
now i realise....<br>
and nobody's there to<br>
tell me if<br>
i ever see you again...............</p>
	<p>still dont feel like<br>
admitting ..<br>
searching roads beyond you<br>
wasnt something to be done...<br>
and i still cant find out<br>
what lies beyond this edge,,<br>
no , i dont blame<br>
you for bringing me<br>
to this brink..<br>
and.oh....the pebbles are so loose here...<br>
n i am afraid<br>
i wont die once more..</p>
	<p>tears cant sour these eyes no more<br>
..bled my heart out..<br>
even then.. what keeps pumping<br>
this agony in my veins.....<br>
when this way downhill<br>
seems steep to satisfaction,<br>
and i m no more near<br>
something safe...<br>
to stop my chances..<br>
identities perish and<br>
the sands will never know..</p>
	<p>feel the reverberations<br>
as i send waves into the<br>
empty air..<br>
and i would be lying<br>
if i said ,<br>
they dont remind me<br>
..of the wishes<br>
that swept my life away..<br>
.. came so close<br>
to touching<br>
whats so unreal...</p>
	<p>legs dont tremble anymore..<br>
the last scene of<br>
this thing i called life<br>
couldnt have been<br>
more silent and lifeless....<br>
close my eyes<br>
for one flash of<br>
everything i ever lived ....</p>
	<p>......................</p>
	<p>and i find your face<br>
with its aurora of emotions<br>
gripping me all over...<br>
breaking the cemeteries<br>
inside me to life..<br>
no heaven  or hell<br>
to go to..<br>
i find myself wishing<br>
for your...<br>
and i cant decide...<br>
how can i want everything<br>
at the same time<br>
only that everything is<br>
you...</p>
	<p>and i look behind<br>
wishing to feel<br>
your fingers...<br>
as<br>
a pinch of cold emptiness<br>
kisses my bare heels ....</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2009/02/27/fluorescent-walls-of-a-world-i-never-belonged-make-my-5657815/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/title~3650423/"><default:title>title-3650423</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/title~3650423/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-29T17:55:10+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;I m done with&lt;br&gt;
 this life of an angel&lt;br&gt;
If  I couldn’t feel&lt;br&gt;
the friction of ur skin,&lt;br&gt;
All that these heights&lt;br&gt;
can tell me is that&lt;br&gt;
I can fall to be&lt;br&gt;
One amidst the darkness&lt;br&gt;
That stays inside ur lips&lt;br&gt;
If u think I never can&lt;br&gt;
Feel pain&lt;br&gt;
As angels shouldn’t..,&lt;br&gt;
Doesn’t a wound feel like&lt;br&gt;
One that you left behind&lt;br&gt;
Spreading inside this dermis…&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I haven’t yet learnt to bleed&lt;br&gt;
But the wetness that soaks&lt;br&gt;
My mind , after the&lt;br&gt;
Tempest lost its trails&lt;br&gt;
Reminds me of something&lt;br&gt;
Fluid like  blood, I find the&lt;br&gt;
Alleys inside me flooding..&lt;br&gt;
Couldn’t ever guess&lt;br&gt;
The accent grazing in ur eyes..&lt;br&gt;
All that I can do&lt;br&gt;
Is to read over the lines&lt;br&gt;
Of my life once again..&lt;br&gt;
And let faint sonorous impressions&lt;br&gt;
Of shadows that passed by&lt;br&gt;
 Fill these empty pages&lt;br&gt;
With thoughts from&lt;br&gt;
The inkpot of ur memories….&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/title~3650423/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I m done with<br>
 this life of an angel<br>
If  I couldn’t feel<br>
the friction of ur skin,<br>
All that these heights<br>
can tell me is that<br>
I can fall to be<br>
One amidst the darkness<br>
That stays inside ur lips<br>
If u think I never can<br>
Feel pain<br>
As angels shouldn’t..,<br>
Doesn’t a wound feel like<br>
One that you left behind<br>
Spreading inside this dermis…</p>
	<p>I haven’t yet learnt to bleed<br>
But the wetness that soaks<br>
My mind , after the<br>
Tempest lost its trails<br>
Reminds me of something<br>
Fluid like  blood, I find the<br>
Alleys inside me flooding..<br>
Couldn’t ever guess<br>
The accent grazing in ur eyes..<br>
All that I can do<br>
Is to read over the lines<br>
Of my life once again..<br>
And let faint sonorous impressions<br>
Of shadows that passed by<br>
 Fill these empty pages<br>
With thoughts from<br>
The inkpot of ur memories….</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/title~3650423/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603366/"><default:title>title-3603366</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603366/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-20T06:57:31+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Someone knocks on….&lt;br&gt;
Never did I know the meaning of a feeling&lt;br&gt;
That keeps bleeding inside inside as love..&lt;br&gt;
May be that eyes are not always enough&lt;br&gt;
Icy glances  that are left behind&lt;br&gt;
For the empty roads to savour..&lt;br&gt;
Never did save the moment.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Perhaps I could say how it feels like&lt;br&gt;
When the touch brushes aside..&lt;br&gt;
Leaving these vacant places even emptier..&lt;br&gt;
Ticking on and on..&lt;br&gt;
A desperate hope of evading&lt;br&gt;
All warps of time&lt;br&gt;
Keeps lurching in vain….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The sounds of mundane chores …&lt;br&gt;
Have to win in the end..&lt;br&gt;
End semesters and millions of promises&lt;br&gt;
And a million more expectations…&lt;br&gt;
Somehow  prove their present worth&lt;br&gt;
On these shoulders&lt;br&gt;
That took nineteen years to build&lt;br&gt;
Suddenly burying evrything else…&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In a world  where change is the rule&lt;br&gt;
And speed is the name of every game&lt;br&gt;
How could I cling to a  speck of fantasy..&lt;br&gt;
Only this bit of poison&lt;br&gt;
Still circulating in my blood&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes speaks out its existence&lt;br&gt;
Reminding me of myself……&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603366/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Someone knocks on….<br>
Never did I know the meaning of a feeling<br>
That keeps bleeding inside inside as love..<br>
May be that eyes are not always enough<br>
Icy glances  that are left behind<br>
For the empty roads to savour..<br>
Never did save the moment.</p>
	<p>Perhaps I could say how it feels like<br>
When the touch brushes aside..<br>
Leaving these vacant places even emptier..<br>
Ticking on and on..<br>
A desperate hope of evading<br>
All warps of time<br>
Keeps lurching in vain….</p>
	<p>The sounds of mundane chores …<br>
Have to win in the end..<br>
End semesters and millions of promises<br>
And a million more expectations…<br>
Somehow  prove their present worth<br>
On these shoulders<br>
That took nineteen years to build<br>
Suddenly burying evrything else…</p>
	<p>In a world  where change is the rule<br>
And speed is the name of every game<br>
How could I cling to a  speck of fantasy..<br>
Only this bit of poison<br>
Still circulating in my blood<br>
Sometimes speaks out its existence<br>
Reminding me of myself……</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603366/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603361/"><default:title>title-3603361</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603361/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-20T06:53:42+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes you  don’t need to reason&lt;br&gt;
To listen to what your heart silently whispers to you…&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes its so desperate…&lt;br&gt;
That  you need not find a meaning to….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;When the magic silently unfolds..&lt;br&gt;
Unheaping its charms on you….&lt;br&gt;
When your breath desires  for someone’s scent..&lt;br&gt;
When u feel the need for something new…&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But  hands are fettered..&lt;br&gt;
Inviting little evidences in the look of her eyes..&lt;br&gt;
Is all  I have for myself to feel anew..&lt;br&gt;
Never  ever just let this moment row through..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Find her smile  different in more than one way today&lt;br&gt;
Never thought bout it right from the start&lt;br&gt;
 Building up something in my heart time and again&lt;br&gt;
Only to leave pieces of  her  falling apart….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Inside the blanket of  her dreamy eyes&lt;br&gt;
Wonder if she calls someone in her mind&lt;br&gt;
Wonder if her voice sings for me quietly…&lt;br&gt;
If only was there a way  to  find&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Never know if these moments will be drowned..&lt;br&gt;
With the flow of time and tide&lt;br&gt;
Don’t care if the slice of fantasy in my dream&lt;br&gt;
Is too bold to kiss my eyes…&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Inner  words  that want to be felt..&lt;br&gt;
Senses that want  to be satisfied to the very sinew…&lt;br&gt;
Before  hearing a goodbye…&lt;br&gt;
Think of her is all I can do…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603361/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Sometimes you  don’t need to reason<br>
To listen to what your heart silently whispers to you…<br>
Sometimes its so desperate…<br>
That  you need not find a meaning to….</p>
	<p>When the magic silently unfolds..<br>
Unheaping its charms on you….<br>
When your breath desires  for someone’s scent..<br>
When u feel the need for something new…</p>
	<p>But  hands are fettered..<br>
Inviting little evidences in the look of her eyes..<br>
Is all  I have for myself to feel anew..<br>
Never  ever just let this moment row through..</p>
	<p> Find her smile  different in more than one way today<br>
Never thought bout it right from the start<br>
 Building up something in my heart time and again<br>
Only to leave pieces of  her  falling apart….</p>
	<p>Inside the blanket of  her dreamy eyes<br>
Wonder if she calls someone in her mind<br>
Wonder if her voice sings for me quietly…<br>
If only was there a way  to  find</p>
	<p>Never know if these moments will be drowned..<br>
With the flow of time and tide<br>
Don’t care if the slice of fantasy in my dream<br>
Is too bold to kiss my eyes…</p>
	<p>Inner  words  that want to be felt..<br>
Senses that want  to be satisfied to the very sinew…<br>
Before  hearing a goodbye…<br>
Think of her is all I can do…</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603361/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603358/"><default:title>title-3603358</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603358/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-20T06:51:17+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Yes I’m still home&lt;br&gt;
Weaving words&lt;br&gt;
In your wait&lt;br&gt;
Desert roads and grassy terrains&lt;br&gt;
I am ignorant&lt;br&gt;
Of wat u overcame to&lt;br&gt;
Be smelt by my breath&lt;br&gt;
Ur face reminds me of&lt;br&gt;
Ur desire of not letting&lt;br&gt;
Me run out warmth&lt;br&gt;
Naughty smiles and hisses&lt;br&gt;
Tantalize their way&lt;br&gt;
Finding roads inside me&lt;br&gt;
Wouldn’t u love to&lt;br&gt;
Stop by the woods jus awhile&lt;br&gt;
While I figure out&lt;br&gt;
The undulations of ur voice&lt;br&gt;
I understand u like to&lt;br&gt;
See yourself float in my eyes&lt;br&gt;
Inside a dream&lt;br&gt;
That’s still to please&lt;br&gt;
The ticking hands of time&lt;br&gt;
Let me tease you&lt;br&gt;
And droop down asleep&lt;br&gt;
 ‘Tis one of those hours&lt;br&gt;
When I’m drunk&lt;br&gt;
Without alcohol……..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603358/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Yes I’m still home<br>
Weaving words<br>
In your wait<br>
Desert roads and grassy terrains<br>
I am ignorant<br>
Of wat u overcame to<br>
Be smelt by my breath<br>
Ur face reminds me of<br>
Ur desire of not letting<br>
Me run out warmth<br>
Naughty smiles and hisses<br>
Tantalize their way<br>
Finding roads inside me<br>
Wouldn’t u love to<br>
Stop by the woods jus awhile<br>
While I figure out<br>
The undulations of ur voice<br>
I understand u like to<br>
See yourself float in my eyes<br>
Inside a dream<br>
That’s still to please<br>
The ticking hands of time<br>
Let me tease you<br>
And droop down asleep<br>
 ‘Tis one of those hours<br>
When I’m drunk<br>
Without alcohol……..</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603358/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603355/"><default:title>title-3603355</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603355/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-20T06:47:54+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Darkness and angst is wat lurks  these eyes&lt;br&gt;
Answers cant I find as to why&lt;br&gt;
Hazy are the ways of this life  but I think…&lt;br&gt;
I think there s yet lots left to deny&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hold on , I cant just stop sighing&lt;br&gt;
Paradoxic spells of relief&lt;br&gt;
Carry on, ur ravage in my mind&lt;br&gt;
But still aint close  doors of belief&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And I know that all this aint make sense&lt;br&gt;
Anymore, and I ve told myself more than jus once&lt;br&gt;
Stalled are the sand clocks of time n I’m afraid&lt;br&gt;
Blank is this heart but   still  it runs&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And all worth sayin before words speak no more&lt;br&gt;
Is that I don’t need those moments to savour&lt;br&gt;
I care very little for wats in the store&lt;br&gt;
Coz  I am already done with ur favour&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Droopin off to dreams is all left to do&lt;br&gt;
But I don’t want the jingle of ur smile&lt;br&gt;
To stray into that world, just do let this&lt;br&gt;
Short  little fantasy  thrive  a  while &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hold on , I cant just stop sighing&lt;br&gt;
Paradoxic spells of relief&lt;br&gt;
Carry on, ur ravage in my mind&lt;br&gt;
But still aint clos  doors of belief&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603355/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Darkness and angst is wat lurks  these eyes<br>
Answers cant I find as to why<br>
Hazy are the ways of this life  but I think…<br>
I think there s yet lots left to deny</p>
	<p>Hold on , I cant just stop sighing<br>
Paradoxic spells of relief<br>
Carry on, ur ravage in my mind<br>
But still aint close  doors of belief</p>
	<p>And I know that all this aint make sense<br>
Anymore, and I ve told myself more than jus once<br>
Stalled are the sand clocks of time n I’m afraid<br>
Blank is this heart but   still  it runs</p>
	<p>And all worth sayin before words speak no more<br>
Is that I don’t need those moments to savour<br>
I care very little for wats in the store<br>
Coz  I am already done with ur favour</p>
	<p>Droopin off to dreams is all left to do<br>
But I don’t want the jingle of ur smile<br>
To stray into that world, just do let this<br>
Short  little fantasy  thrive  a  while </p>
	<p>Hold on , I cant just stop sighing<br>
Paradoxic spells of relief<br>
Carry on, ur ravage in my mind<br>
But still aint clos  doors of belief</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603355/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603350/"><default:title>title-3603350</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603350/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-01-20T06:43:04+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Tried to redeem myself as good as I could…&lt;br&gt;
Wiping off worn off tunes&lt;br&gt;
Letting withered leaves take care of&lt;br&gt;
What was left behind….&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The whispers that kept reverberating&lt;br&gt;
Inside  the shadows of the mahoganys….&lt;br&gt;
Inside the purple coffin of peace….&lt;br&gt;
Inside the ripples of saltless seas…..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Dry  are my eyes today&lt;br&gt;
Playing with sand dunes….&lt;br&gt;
Winds will blow  as seasons sway&lt;br&gt;
 Footprints  on sand can only but refuse…. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What had to perish has to….&lt;br&gt;
When belief had to take the shape of but…&lt;br&gt;
A string of lies..&lt;br&gt;
Nevertheless it had to snap&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Eddies keep hissing under the night sky&lt;br&gt;
The fire of survival keeps the lamp burning&lt;br&gt;
In the bedouin’s eye..keeping his hut warm&lt;br&gt;
As long as night should stay in the offing&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; Slated  to receive  not the  warmth&lt;br&gt;
 But the heat of the sun with daybreak&lt;br&gt;
 Tendons  do feel a  creaking…&lt;br&gt;
Premonitions of a  soulwreck..?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Life ll keep  rolling its dice&lt;br&gt;
Chaining to these lungs a scent&lt;br&gt;
Waiting  for the next spell of   rain&lt;br&gt;
Saving in this heart what memories had to lend… &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603350/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Tried to redeem myself as good as I could…<br>
Wiping off worn off tunes<br>
Letting withered leaves take care of<br>
What was left behind….</p>
	<p>The whispers that kept reverberating<br>
Inside  the shadows of the mahoganys….<br>
Inside the purple coffin of peace….<br>
Inside the ripples of saltless seas…..</p>
	<p>Dry  are my eyes today<br>
Playing with sand dunes….<br>
Winds will blow  as seasons sway<br>
 Footprints  on sand can only but refuse…. </p>
	<p>What had to perish has to….<br>
When belief had to take the shape of but…<br>
A string of lies..<br>
Nevertheless it had to snap</p>
	<p>Eddies keep hissing under the night sky<br>
The fire of survival keeps the lamp burning<br>
In the bedouin’s eye..keeping his hut warm<br>
As long as night should stay in the offing</p>
	<p> Slated  to receive  not the  warmth<br>
 But the heat of the sun with daybreak<br>
 Tendons  do feel a  creaking…<br>
Premonitions of a  soulwreck..?</p>
	<p>Life ll keep  rolling its dice<br>
Chaining to these lungs a scent<br>
Waiting  for the next spell of   rain<br>
Saving in this heart what memories had to lend… </p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2008/01/20/title~3603350/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/title~2179766/"><default:title>title-2179766</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/title~2179766/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-29T13:35:16+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;now that spooky impulses&lt;br&gt;
 fill this life,&lt;br&gt;
every moment sways&lt;br&gt;
 in its own  way&lt;br&gt;
of   disobeying   time.&lt;br&gt;
jumping into bed with a new face&lt;br&gt;
of circumstances every night;&lt;br&gt;
waking up with a grimace&lt;br&gt;
leaving all that behind....&lt;br&gt;
but never let&lt;br&gt;
this meter run low.&lt;br&gt;
the sweet taste&lt;br&gt;
of kissing a new dream&lt;br&gt;
never hesitates to show...&lt;br&gt;
letting these fingers&lt;br&gt;
slip into the clothes&lt;br&gt;
of utopian outcomes...&lt;br&gt;
searching  for ecstasies&lt;br&gt;
erotic on their own terms...&lt;br&gt;
but  still so rosy&lt;br&gt;
letting me move without care&lt;br&gt;
for the errors that i dare&lt;br&gt;
leave behind for this planet.&lt;br&gt;
 come what may...&lt;br&gt;
never wanna let go&lt;br&gt;
of the way it feels now;&lt;br&gt;
  that my sails are free to blow,&lt;br&gt;
that i have let&lt;br&gt;
the dust of memories&lt;br&gt;
get forgotten off&lt;br&gt;
 in this breeze,&lt;br&gt;
can i hear the whisper&lt;br&gt;
of the  runways....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/title~2179766/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>now that spooky impulses<br>
 fill this life,<br>
every moment sways<br>
 in its own  way<br>
of   disobeying   time.<br>
jumping into bed with a new face<br>
of circumstances every night;<br>
waking up with a grimace<br>
leaving all that behind....<br>
but never let<br>
this meter run low.<br>
the sweet taste<br>
of kissing a new dream<br>
never hesitates to show...<br>
letting these fingers<br>
slip into the clothes<br>
of utopian outcomes...<br>
searching  for ecstasies<br>
erotic on their own terms...<br>
but  still so rosy<br>
letting me move without care<br>
for the errors that i dare<br>
leave behind for this planet.<br>
 come what may...<br>
never wanna let go<br>
of the way it feels now;<br>
  that my sails are free to blow,<br>
that i have let<br>
the dust of memories<br>
get forgotten off<br>
 in this breeze,<br>
can i hear the whisper<br>
of the  runways....</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/title~2179766/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175529/"><default:title>title-2175529</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175529/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-28T14:23:15+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;yeah,perhaps its that way&lt;br&gt;
when every chase&lt;br&gt;
ends up searching&lt;br&gt;
for futility&lt;br&gt;
tried so hard&lt;br&gt;
to keep track of that mind&lt;br&gt;
that drifted away&lt;br&gt;
leaving behind this insanity&lt;br&gt;
so difficult to erase&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;when every way through&lt;br&gt;
ends in serrated edges&lt;br&gt;
where reasoning is of little use&lt;br&gt;
but perhaps still worth a try&lt;br&gt;
burying myself&lt;br&gt;
in this grave of complexities&lt;br&gt;
inviting impulses of happiness&lt;br&gt;
in trains of haluccinations&lt;br&gt;
but still when&lt;br&gt;
silent cemeteries&lt;br&gt;
and boyhood smiles&lt;br&gt;
fuse inconspicuously&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i can still realise&lt;br&gt;
the feeling of being&lt;br&gt;
far from reality&lt;br&gt;
before the final spark&lt;br&gt;
leaves behind the darkness&lt;br&gt;
of exhaustion....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175529/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>yeah,perhaps its that way<br>
when every chase<br>
ends up searching<br>
for futility<br>
tried so hard<br>
to keep track of that mind<br>
that drifted away<br>
leaving behind this insanity<br>
so difficult to erase</p>
	<p>when every way through<br>
ends in serrated edges<br>
where reasoning is of little use<br>
but perhaps still worth a try<br>
burying myself<br>
in this grave of complexities<br>
inviting impulses of happiness<br>
in trains of haluccinations<br>
but still when<br>
silent cemeteries<br>
and boyhood smiles<br>
fuse inconspicuously</p>
	<p>i can still realise<br>
the feeling of being<br>
far from reality<br>
before the final spark<br>
leaves behind the darkness<br>
of exhaustion....</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175529/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175474/"><default:title>title-2175474</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175474/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-28T14:07:37+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;crumpled pieces of paper&lt;br&gt;
torn bits of life&lt;br&gt;
turn stranger to those  eyes&lt;br&gt;
riddled by scissorhands of  fate&lt;br&gt;
blind  conscience accepts defeat&lt;br&gt;
at the hands of  distraught.....&lt;br&gt;
no more of that word&lt;br&gt;
to kiss the air in these lips&lt;br&gt;
destinations tried to change&lt;br&gt;
but the captivity of these prison ships....&lt;br&gt;
who could  ever escape?&lt;br&gt;
who cares if it is&lt;br&gt;
marijuana or cocaine&lt;br&gt;
once the snort finds its way&lt;br&gt;
in the rhythm of these veins&lt;br&gt;
...just life never changed its view&lt;br&gt;
by peeping through coloured lens...
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175474/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>crumpled pieces of paper<br>
torn bits of life<br>
turn stranger to those  eyes<br>
riddled by scissorhands of  fate<br>
blind  conscience accepts defeat<br>
at the hands of  distraught.....<br>
no more of that word<br>
to kiss the air in these lips<br>
destinations tried to change<br>
but the captivity of these prison ships....<br>
who could  ever escape?<br>
who cares if it is<br>
marijuana or cocaine<br>
once the snort finds its way<br>
in the rhythm of these veins<br>
...just life never changed its view<br>
by peeping through coloured lens...
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175474/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175427/"><default:title>title-2175427</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175427/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-28T13:59:22+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;never needed a reason&lt;br&gt;
to find a smile&lt;br&gt;
perhaps the last one&lt;br&gt;
to slither into&lt;br&gt;
the folds of this skin&lt;br&gt;
to seep into&lt;br&gt;
eternal slumber...&lt;br&gt;
silent feelings of&lt;br&gt;
getting charred&lt;br&gt;
thoughts turning autistic&lt;br&gt;
wonder how could a glitter&lt;br&gt;
still keep me calm&lt;br&gt;
amidst this way&lt;br&gt;
of getting burnt alive&lt;br&gt;
slowly but unceasingly..&lt;br&gt;
perhaps that glitter&lt;br&gt;
was let free from her pupils&lt;br&gt;
to let this moth&lt;br&gt;
die a death of fantasy&lt;br&gt;
trying to embrace&lt;br&gt;
the very thorns&lt;br&gt;
that pierced through its breath&lt;br&gt;
what i leave behind&lt;br&gt;
is not a bed of roses&lt;br&gt;
but traces of  sand&lt;br&gt;
over emaciated memories&lt;br&gt;
that will remind you of&lt;br&gt;
the same last smile...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175427/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>never needed a reason<br>
to find a smile<br>
perhaps the last one<br>
to slither into<br>
the folds of this skin<br>
to seep into<br>
eternal slumber...<br>
silent feelings of<br>
getting charred<br>
thoughts turning autistic<br>
wonder how could a glitter<br>
still keep me calm<br>
amidst this way<br>
of getting burnt alive<br>
slowly but unceasingly..<br>
perhaps that glitter<br>
was let free from her pupils<br>
to let this moth<br>
die a death of fantasy<br>
trying to embrace<br>
the very thorns<br>
that pierced through its breath<br>
what i leave behind<br>
is not a bed of roses<br>
but traces of  sand<br>
over emaciated memories<br>
that will remind you of<br>
the same last smile...</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/04/28/title~2175427/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/03/23/sab_bhula_kai_forgetting_evrything~1962905/"><default:title>sab bhula  kai....[forgetting  evrything]</default:title><default:link>http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/03/23/sab_bhula_kai_forgetting_evrything~1962905/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-03-23T21:03:38+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;hazy eyelashes&lt;br&gt;
that ruined someone..&lt;br&gt;
stumbling  again n again&lt;br&gt;
before i run&lt;br&gt;
away  from  myself..&lt;br&gt;
letting her hair&lt;br&gt;
steal through these fingers&lt;br&gt;
would  be  a thirst&lt;br&gt;
never quenched&lt;br&gt;
hard to realise&lt;br&gt;
if i am drenched&lt;br&gt;
in the moisture&lt;br&gt;
left behind by her lips..&lt;br&gt;
cant wait&lt;br&gt;
to be asked for&lt;br&gt;
the last desire...&lt;br&gt;
wearing  this attire&lt;br&gt;
of pretention&lt;br&gt;
of hiding uncanny truths....&lt;br&gt;
before feeling the softness&lt;br&gt;
of her palms one last time&lt;br&gt;
let  me tell&lt;br&gt;
just one more lie..&lt;br&gt;
that knocks this heart&lt;br&gt;
but leaves this voice drowned....&lt;br&gt;
mere longings&lt;br&gt;
with their own wrong  ways&lt;br&gt;
to count their days&lt;br&gt;
in forgotten chapters...&lt;br&gt;
i wonder if&lt;br&gt;
u ever knew&lt;br&gt;
that my eyes never lied.................
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/03/23/sab_bhula_kai_forgetting_evrything~1962905/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>hazy eyelashes<br>
that ruined someone..<br>
stumbling  again n again<br>
before i run<br>
away  from  myself..<br>
letting her hair<br>
steal through these fingers<br>
would  be  a thirst<br>
never quenched<br>
hard to realise<br>
if i am drenched<br>
in the moisture<br>
left behind by her lips..<br>
cant wait<br>
to be asked for<br>
the last desire...<br>
wearing  this attire<br>
of pretention<br>
of hiding uncanny truths....<br>
before feeling the softness<br>
of her palms one last time<br>
let  me tell<br>
just one more lie..<br>
that knocks this heart<br>
but leaves this voice drowned....<br>
mere longings<br>
with their own wrong  ways<br>
to count their days<br>
in forgotten chapters...<br>
i wonder if<br>
u ever knew<br>
that my eyes never lied.................
</p>
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estranged emotions&lt;br&gt;
memories sailing into oblivion......&lt;br&gt;
am shattered to pieces&lt;br&gt;
but never healing wounds&lt;br&gt;
still want me to live for someone.....&lt;br&gt;
this was how i felt&lt;br&gt;
an urge to live up to&lt;br&gt;
my loved ones who have dwelt&lt;br&gt;
like dew drops on these blades...&lt;br&gt;
however i stay&lt;br&gt;
radiant, or in ashes..&lt;br&gt;
ur love will keep glittering my way&lt;br&gt;
and whenever these moist eyelashes&lt;br&gt;
droop down on my tired eyelids&lt;br&gt;
ur smile just peeps inside.........&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://uprooted.blog.co.uk/2007/03/23/title~1962793/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>distant faces<br>
estranged emotions<br>
memories sailing into oblivion......<br>
am shattered to pieces<br>
but never healing wounds<br>
still want me to live for someone.....<br>
this was how i felt<br>
an urge to live up to<br>
my loved ones who have dwelt<br>
like dew drops on these blades...<br>
however i stay<br>
radiant, or in ashes..<br>
ur love will keep glittering my way<br>
and whenever these moist eyelashes<br>
droop down on my tired eyelids<br>
ur smile just peeps inside.........</p>
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