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			<title>The Star and the moon</title>
			<description>A young woman's delusions in the dark</description>
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			<title>That night i drank the ashes... pt 2</title>
			<description>The effects of trazadone/ the process.</description>
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			<title>Saw IX?Pan's Labyrinth 2</title>
			<description>&quot;that the divine father shall protect comfort entertain etc...&quot; pools. babies. army. God. Death. movies. pain. love. </description>
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			<title>For my dear puttystanki...</title>
			<description>Your voice, so soft and low, i forgot its wring...</description>
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			<title>That evil drug Salvia</title>
			<description>...and you climbed over each one, your eyes wild</description>
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			<title>That night i drank the ashes...</title>
			<description>Your bottle of St. Judes ctd...</description>
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			<title>The Black Eyes of Love</title>
			<description>It was a seashore day,
The cement was long and expansive,
The lines of clothes strung high to the ceiling,
In neat little rows on a Goldfrapp set.
The buffets neverending.

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			<title>Daffodils in my Lungs</title>
			<description>For Christina. Mom, I inhaled a vitamin. That's ok. It's will just grow into a bouquet. Flowers in my lungs</description>
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			<title>Extacy</title>
			<description>extacy
you holding me in your arms
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			<title>Saw VIII?Pan's Labyrinth 2</title>
			<description>A scary dream. Note i did not say nightmare.</description>
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