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	<title>Dances With Fire</title>
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	<description>Kristiina: Poetry &#038; Stories</description>
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		<title>Stuck Behind the Mirror</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Letters sent to self
of slow roads and lanes stripped of colour;
fog smells of the shrunken world,
an envelope of haze.
The day weighs a ship above my head.

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		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=143</link>
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		<title>Thaw</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was wind, then
running gypsy feet,
half-shadow in a puddle
tripped over laughter.
Morning rose
as winter sloshed away.

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		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=141</link>
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		<title>Hush</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am tied up on train tracks. Inevitability approaches, shaking the world until the vibration seeps into each of my bones. A wine bottle falls off the rail and shatters into pieces. Someone flips a coin and it lands into the broken glass, sending sparks of reflection my way. I am calm. Fate rushes towards [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=134</link>
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		<title>Really Bad Poetry (Death Doesn&#8217;t Mix With Drink)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[this day is a rusty metal piece
scraps of paint peeling
lean into a bridge, tongue-tied
oh! to get drunk with death just once,
to steal his cane and push him
down some slippery stairs.

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		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=139</link>
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		<title>Stillborn</title>
		<description><![CDATA[when dawn has no name, i become stormbound
waterfallen from your skin
where love lasts a second, sometimes a day.
the nomad dressed in hunger
drums to a hurricane, beaten
in prelude to silence and broken trees.
when dawn has no name, i become liquified
breathing violin sounds into newborn eyes.
i shut down the clocks,
close your voice and the howling desert wind;
time&#8217;s birched [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=138</link>
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		<title>Fallen</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jazz broke the reflection of a streetlamp in your livingroom, jumping above the levels of white noise, distant traffic and someone&#8217;s sleeping sounds.
Come, baby, you sang, and turned my necklace into chains.
You caught a song fraction with long, dark fingers; snatched it from the air and tasted alien syllables. Whiskey and water, you thought, and mixed [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=137</link>
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		<title>When the Sun Fell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ the sun sets behind you; look -
a shadow falls and your arms drop.
two hundred yards and jagged peaks sneak
ever closer to your outlined shape.
the death, my dear. its teeth filed.
red dirt and footsteps swallowed
by a greedy road, the endless snake
like you, my dear. blind as you.
you were bared on that path,
a distraction, toes dug in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=135</link>
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		<title>Summer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[duck-feathered fall
through sunsets; long eyes of a kite
follow steaming paths
 

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		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=133</link>
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		<title>Choked</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I rained down here from space, I swear.
Fled from men in uniforms
double-dosed and staggering.
&#8220;Fine me up,&#8221; I said
to the wind, waving whiskey hands.
I did defend my actions
to the tired-faced pursuit; &#8220;Hold on, Miss,&#8221;
they said. &#8220;We&#8217;re not done with you!&#8221;
I stumbled to an alleyway, choked.
   You&#8217;re a whisper now,
   a madness with these stormcloud eyes.
You drew [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=132</link>
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		<title>Chance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dreamt of dragonfire thundering through the veins of the wind. Lightning struck the sand and rocks next to me, giving birth to crystals, liquid and languid as the face of the sea. Granite pulsed and coughed in the heat. Sweating silver, it was painted monochrome like a broken caleidoscope, a few chips at a time.
I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kris.tristan.ee/index.php/?p=131</link>
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