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  <author>
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  <published>2009-04-19T11:35:29-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-04-19T11:35:29-08:00</updated>
  <title>schefflera actinophylla</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/662025/ms-ogynist'&gt;ms. ogynist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Love/'&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Suspense/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 381, Reviews: 11, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;but you're lying… down, my vines binding you to the forest floor where i mark my territory – you sweat the shapes of snakes as my mouth crumbles &amp; rises, working savage magic to remove their venom.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>ms. ogynist</name>
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  <published>2009-04-07T17:11:48-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-04-07T17:11:48-08:00</updated>
  <title>the caring profession</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/662025/ms-ogynist'&gt;ms. ogynist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;General/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 560, Reviews: 7, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;the postcard lost in the airmail &amp; swallowed by the seas stretched across the canvas below the isle of man – or, as the incomprehensible, but indistinguishably, phonetically capturing language reads: i love man.</summary>
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