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		<title>From Death Row, an Interview with a Wolf:</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[Heroes & Myth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hide behind me]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[metrical poetry]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[From Death Row, an Interview with a Wolf: (Interviewer’s Notes:  He stares at his hands as he speaks.  His eyes are sunken.  Said it was insomnia, nights without peace, that brought him to me.) Fine, grade A meat. A feast, that girl—age nine— all warm and soft and wet inside her red. So tender, that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Down Highway 74</title>
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				<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Down Highway 74 On the way back from Charlotte there is a dead girl draped across the grass beside the highway. She swarms with policemen and one or two paramedics who, for some reason, still have not covered her or taken her away. The highway is quiet. The truck ahead of me barely chugging. A [...]]]></description>
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