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			<title>Fiend </title>
			<description>When a caterpillar enters a chrysalis, does it always come out better? Does it convert all of its matter into what it becomes? Is some ever left behind? What happens to that? </description>
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			<title>Rough</title>
			<description>Rough	I cradled him in my arms. Greg&amp;rsquo;s face was a mask of hurt, wheezing breaths squirming from his mouth. His nervous system was clearly fighting to function through the mess of wiring in his brain and cocktail of medication pumping through his veins. I realized that the regular tensing and r..</description>
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			<title>Guilt </title>
			<description>	Sometimes it is a fight against my consciousness. That reeling hydra with a hypnotic gaze, that thing that makes you question. I&amp;rsquo;m afraid of it, I think. I try to kill it the best I can. I need to listen to music, a conversation, white noise, anything. I need to get high and sink into a comfo..</description>
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			<title>Wolves </title>
			<description>	Wolves don&amp;rsquo;t kill people. I learned that in university. Yeah, I took this class&amp;hellip; the professor told us so. Throughout all of history, we&amp;rsquo;ve been more of a threat to them than they were to us. Did you know they used to live all through New Hampshire? Yeah man, serious. We wiped th..</description>
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			<title>Stranger</title>
			<description>StrangerThere is a stranger in my yard. I see him watching me through the sliding glass door, through the half windows that line my bedroom, through the peephole in the main entrance.&amp;nbsp;	I think he found a way inside. I swear I locked the door before I went to sleep but I found it hanging wide op..</description>
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