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        <title>Kambole The Poet</title>
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            <title><![CDATA[Arising Aquifers
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            <description><![CDATA[Glorious dream, vivid and strong. I wake up surrounded by pillars of blue crystals. Creatures with no membrane scutter, wherefore my vision calibrates. Old dreams of celibacy shattered. One foot in front of the other is all I know. The blue crystal pillars reach for the heavens. Surrounded by neon green clouds of smog. The planet is all aqua. I walk on it, bemused by the fact that I walk on water. Old fable lived, new world formed. I belong here. The pillars contain openings. Portals to the s...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Glorious dream, vivid and strong.</p><p>I wake up surrounded by pillars of blue crystals.</p><p>Creatures with no membrane scutter, wherefore my vision calibrates.</p><p>Old dreams of celibacy shattered.</p><p>One foot in front of the other is all I know.</p><p>The blue crystal pillars reach for the heavens.</p><p>Surrounded by neon green clouds of smog.</p><p>The planet is all aqua.</p><p>I walk on it, bemused by the fact that I walk on water.</p><p>Old fable lived, new world formed.</p><p>I belong here.</p><p>The pillars contain openings.</p><p>Portals to the sea below.</p><p>Where a surprise awaits me.</p><p>None like I have seen before.</p><p>A speared man of the sea welcomes me.</p><p>Gold in hand, chalice of coral on a stand.</p><p>Life here doesn’t seem so bland.</p><p>I’m breathing without any aid.</p><p>No gimmicks, the planet moulds you and welcomes you.</p><p>Sword tipped fish speed-by.</p><p>Scores of giant squid sing lullabies.</p><p>The melodies carry through the water, shaking the water planet.</p><p>In outer space the planet dances.</p><p>Should i stay or should I go?</p><p>I think i found home.</p><div data-type="subscribeButton" class="center-contents"><a class="email-subscribe-button" href="null">Subscribe</a></div>]]></content:encoded>
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