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	<title>Emmanuelle Elie</title>
	<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com</link>
	<description>The Mind &#038; Soul of Emmanuelle Elie</description>
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		<title>And These Words, They are Mine</title>
		<description>Yes, your touch is unbelievably arousing
As you pull out of me a sensual part I had forgotten
Yes your tongue does marvels against mine
As you slide your hands painstakingly, slowly under my blouse
 Bittersweet…marvelous…forg
otten
Conniving…all these words are yours, and mine.

Goosebumps rise on my skin
As your fingers accurately
Trace patterns only you can ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/11/18/and-these-words-they-are-mine/</link>
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		<title>Liar</title>
		<description>Liar.
" I don't want to talk about it"
Oh , you liar.

Has your every word ever been a truth?
Your actions and reactions not induced by your nether regions?
Liar, lie, please lie.
Please lie so i'll pull'em down
and realize there's really nothing there!

Your touch was a lie
your kiss was a lie
Most of all ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/11/17/liar/</link>
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		<title>My Eyes Lie</title>
		<description>My eyes lied to you
Didn’t they love you?
Cajole you?
Put it in your head
That I was writhing under your every touch?

My deceitful eyes
Turned me into a man’s stepping stone
A lover’s threshold
As they cheated my fragile heart
Taunting my soul to
Straighten out the wrinkles on my bed
The wrinkles on my heart
And curl to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/11/16/my-eyes-lie/</link>
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		<title>Real Poetry&#8230;.</title>
		<description>I wrote this for a friend of mine, because right now i admire her relationship with her boyfriend so much...

 

Real Poetry is when he holds her, silently acquiescing to all her demands
caressing her lips and calming down the rhythm of her heart
Real poetry is when I look at my friends
the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/10/15/real-poetry/</link>
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		<title>something more raw&#8230;?</title>
		<description> This is a totally fictional piece 

just imagine a crazed bushy haired short, girl in a night gown, chewed on nails with ink under them, scribbling furiously in a journal 


For the sake of my soul I could admit that I'm insane. Anyone seeing me right now , would ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/10/11/something-more-raw/</link>
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		<title>you play your role oh so well</title>
		<description>It’s four in the morning
as you release me from your arms
And return to a world where I exist unspoken,
intertwined in the truth of our Lies and  texts.

you play your role so well to that other, I wish I was.
You play your role well, to the one who holds what ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/09/29/you-play-your-role-oh-so-well/</link>
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		<title>Deviating from my usual poetry</title>
		<description>Hey!

I was browsing yahoo news today, (although it is 11:35 and technically i am in my Intro to Computers class ( bad bad bad Emmanuelle tsk tsk tsk ) when i saw the main article posted : " Baggy pants ban "unconstitutional", rules US judge. Today's blog is a personal ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/09/17/deviating-from-my-usual-poetry/</link>
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		<title>Barry University</title>
		<description>Dear Readers!

 

Barry University seems to be taking the most of me. Since summer has been over, i've been very busy. The kind of busy where you need 8 red bulls and good friends.

 

I've been writting, just not posting

 

Bear with me

 

Mucho Loving!

 

Emmanuelle </description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/09/10/barry-university/</link>
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		<title>Sugarless World</title>
		<description>My dim light, offered no comfort last night
As my pen scratched angrily against the rough paper
I live in a Sugar-less world
Reality is bitter
And every wing is clipped
The beds are empty, 
The minds are scared 
And the hearts are cold
 
Awakened
I pacify my emotions.
My hair looks like a hay stack,
My night ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/08/19/sugarless-world/</link>
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		<title>A mural today&#8230;</title>
		<description>Hello there!

I'm dead beat tired. Yours Truly went to bed yesterday at 6 AM only to wake up at 8 and drive my Father to the Airport.  I'm up, and i can't go back to sleep. I am not in the mood to do anything but paint and blast ...</description>
		<link>http://www.emmanuelleelie.com/2008/08/18/a-mural-todayor-a-fresco/</link>
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