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    <description>hawk's salvation</description>
    <lastBuildDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 08:35:24 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2004.</copyright>
    <category>Poetry</category>
    <category>Music</category>
    <category>Animation</category>
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      <title>Nada</title>
      <link>http://hawkcore.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 16:32:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I am not able to provide my low-rated poem in this entry. Due to lazyness. Thank you very much.</description>
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      <title>hand shakes</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2004 03:35:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>ok, what's with you people with all this sad talk...did you like lose the love of some chick or something? -Name


Sadly i have to say yes. But what's love? it's not hand or feet, it's not anything one can see with his/her own eyes. Is it bearly emotions? or emotions with commitment and rules? I would define love as my Lord my Father who give his son to save my soul, love is the guy on that cross around 2000 years ago who die for my sin. that's love, in that case, i still have my love. 

But if you talk love as emotions, yes, i gave them to some chick or something.




I saw it... (more)</description>
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      <title>renew history</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2004 02:51:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>This fear is haunting me

A world i live in seem so small

Everyone is the same

Because i been here already



But you must understand

i wasn't born to hate love


or love hate


it's lesson she taught me

so it's a class i must learn



The talk of love

like gossip of peace

i do not support it

nor do i support hell


pray it will soon to end

Just like all history do</description>
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      <title>Maybe</title>
      <link>http://hawkcore.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2004 04:26:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>This pain i cannot take

it hurt to see you go

you told me this 

yet you done something else

this is all been a lie



maybe i am angry

maybe i am dead

maybe i am sad

maybe i am depressed

but this pain woke me up



maybe it's better if i stay asleep.</description>
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