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			<title>The Rig</title>
			<description>old rusty vultureheavy woodpecker toyfeeding slownodding&amp;nbsp;updownmatte black hammer headnose to the groundfeeding slowon murky slicks</description>
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			<title>Fear of Heights</title>
			<description>for someone to sharethis loud dog of love insideI would cross bridges</description>
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			<title>Humid</title>
			<description>tonight the thick air humsa mellow pink thrillwarm;as the electric slide&amp;nbsp;of a lover's body</description>
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			<title>Shot</title>
			<description>wet fire down the hatchexhale, and the blood in myveins is giggling</description>
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			<title>Met Someone</title>
			<description>The very end I'd been dreadinghad come to passrevealed as though he were reading aloud my nightmareas though I had WILLED it into realitySome wanton fate smelled blood in the water</description>
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