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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Dirty Secrets</title><link>http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Dirty Secrets</title><link>http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/23/2024c1903f8297ad1234ded8e2be02_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>Dying...</title><link>http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/dying-4152068/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-05-09:/2008/05/09/dying-4152068/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 13:29:17 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/funny-pictures-black-cat-dress-will-kill-you.jpg" alt="" title=""&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"I have a dirty secret"
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/dying-4152068/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><category>it-hurts</category><category>lolcats</category><comments>http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/dying-4152068/#comments</comments></item><item><title>She &amp; I</title><link>http://dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk/2008/05/09/she-aamp-i-4152028/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:dirtysecrets.blog.co.uk,2008-05-09:/2008/05/09/she-aamp-i-4152028/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 13:17:10 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;She walked into my life, 2 months ago, and when she did, I immediately noticed her.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Her demands for my attention, her forthcoming attitude...and I turned away.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Lost, confused, thinking, "What is my role here?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Am I her mentor, her guide? Then why is it, that when I see her, I feel...helpless?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I wanted to hold her to me, to enslave her, and to be...enslaved.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Since then, we have met in social &lt;span&gt;surroundings&lt;/span&gt;, unable to speak of what is hidden within our souls.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But since then, last week...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;She turned to my outstretched arms, and now...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Like fire and benzine, we are consumed by flames of passion.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh, I think I said too much!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Will this torrid state of affairs continue? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Come by and see...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"I have a dirty secret"
&lt;/p&gt;
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