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		<title>From Where I Sit by Robert D. Montoya</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The world is distorted: * A tiny crack where walls meet Forms a burrow, where a spider Weeps its web onto the sinews Of my increasing thought. * The dust on the cabinet is settled, staged with a perfect conception; With one large sweep Of breath, it is in chaos, * It is indivisible as it drifts Into the alveoli of my lungs To become the body of me The sense of disorder within me. * These seconds seem so hollow, Like a skin with no muscle Draped endlessly over the edge Of some abstract explanation * Of this body sitting in a chair, Or some shadow of some tree That the wind cannot move And the leaf cannot grow from.]]></description>
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