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			<title>I Will Know You</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I will know youWhen I see you.&amp;nbsp;I will know it in the look in your eyesWhen I see you for the for the first timeLike a spark of recognizition,A realization of&amp;nbsp;All that we could be.&amp;nbsp;You will be like a book to me,With a pristine cover, green embossed in gold.A..</description>
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			<title>Saturnism</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You're like an addictionAn afflictionRacing through my veinsA chemical imbalance&amp;nbsp;Wreaking havoc in my headYou're like leadBuilding up slowlyAs you spreadAnd I'd vaccinate&amp;nbsp;But you'd just mutateAnd I'm utterly susceptibleTo post-injection dread.&amp;nbsp;I blame y..</description>
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			<title>From a Cello</title>
			<description>She struck up a familiar tuneBoldly on my heartstringsThe hands were different,New and strangeShe played in unfamiliar waysBut I recognized the preludeAnd I knew what was to comeAs the first chord sang out in timeI knew she was the one.&amp;nbsp;She pulled herself across me&amp;nbsp;An..</description>
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			<title>When the Waves Come Crashing Down</title>
			<description>I miss the way things were.Which things?Who can say.I miss his romanticism.I miss her emotion.I miss his physicality.I miss her quiet affirmation in the dark.I miss her possessiveness.I miss her reality.I miss her eyes.Looking back, looking back,But what's there to look forward..</description>
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			<title>The True Dream</title>
			<description>streetlamps paint a reddish glowin the window of the room i stayone-half a bed, one-half a soulon purple sheets, on pillows gray.my mind detaches, as it often doesin the predawn light as i try to fall asleeprestless, searching for the one i lovereaching for the one not here.my mi..</description>
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