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			<title>'what hasn't been felt?' death asked me smoking my last ciggerette.</title>
			<description>in dreamlast night, or maybe this morningi tasted someone peculiar,someone i had never metand when i awoke my mouth was full of her, now,the taste is drying and i want it back.i can see her still(almost)someonei've never metworth waiting eons forand i'm laughing at the blatant wa..</description>
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