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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:pankung.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>PANKUNG</title><link rel="self" href="http://pankung.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T19:22:14+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:pankung.blog.co.uk,2007-08-28:/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/</id><title>Angkana Peamsin</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/"/><author><name>pankung</name></author><published>2007-08-28T06:09:11+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:09:11+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;br&gt;
Here I love you.&lt;br&gt;
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.&lt;br&gt;
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.&lt;br&gt;
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The snow unfurls in dancing figures.&lt;br&gt;
A silver gull slips down from the west.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh the black cross of a ship.&lt;br&gt;
Alone.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.&lt;br&gt;
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.&lt;br&gt;
This is a port.&lt;br&gt;
Here I love you.&lt;br&gt;
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.&lt;br&gt;
I love you still among these cold things.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels&lt;br&gt;
that cross the sea towards no arrival.&lt;br&gt;
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.&lt;br&gt;
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.&lt;br&gt;
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.&lt;br&gt;
I love what I do not have. You are so far.&lt;br&gt;
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.&lt;br&gt;
But night comes and starts to sing to me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The moon turns its clockwork dream.&lt;br&gt;
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.&lt;br&gt;
And as I love you, the pines in the wind&lt;br&gt;
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:pankung.blog.co.uk,2007-08-28:/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881754/</id><title>Angkana Peamsin</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881754/"/><author><name>pankung</name></author><published>2007-08-28T05:50:58+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T05:50:58+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hello:&lt;br&gt;
Myname : Angkana Peamsin&lt;br&gt;
Nickname : Bow&lt;br&gt;
Number : 50135-0041&lt;br&gt;
My Birthday : Friday 16 September 2531&lt;br&gt;
My Favourite: Pankung &amp; James&lt;br&gt;
My Hobby : I like sing a song &amp; I like listen to music&lt;/p&gt;
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