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			<title>Jealousy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Becominggrounded and maybe settled, perhaps one of the few reasons to leave the fastlife alone on the highway with all the creeps and fiends and lackadaisicals,gives reason to find a significant person whom you can impress wit..</description>
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			<title>When I lost my mind</title>
			<description>Lift her off of you, sure, but who&amp;rsquo;s to say she won&amp;rsquo;t f**koff someplace else. Or someone else, I don&amp;rsquo;t know. I&amp;rsquo;ve been studyingconversation and the rhythm of my beating heart and it speeds when I&amp;rsquo;m jealousor suspicious. I&amp;rsquo;ve no reason to be either, but I&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>Please Don't Let Me Write</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m nearly asleep in my bed with my leg halfway off when Ihear the rain come down hard. I&amp;rsquo;m shaken out of near sleep by a vibration frommy phone. I get up and sit at the end of bed. My thick thighs pressed unto thiscreaky painful bed, and I finally rise. I walk over to the kitchen ..</description>
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			<title>Valentine</title>
			<description>On cupid day I&amp;rsquo;ve tried to make her hands warm with somesoft plush, but you need money for these things. I look in my pockets and pullout a 5. I look at the thing and it says $12.99. As usual, I am short too much.I tell her she has a holiday of her own with her name and everything. Every..</description>
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			<title>Bad Folks</title>
			<description>I listen to the radioand watch the television.&amp;nbsp;I leave the door open and let the flies comein.&amp;nbsp;I kick up the dirt but it goes in my eyes.&amp;nbsp;I reason with people but most don&amp;rsquo;t want tohear it.&amp;nbsp;I use the dishwasher and hand-wash my jeans.&amp;nbsp;I yell a..</description>
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			<title>Experiment</title>
			<description>We need something here bringing sails swings and feetbecause everyone just stands about. Pillars- no, that&amp;rsquo;s not good. You knowwhat, that Will that George Washington wrote before he died was bullshit. Justlike his teeth and his cherry tree.</description>
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			<title>Dirt on the ground</title>
			<description>We have already decided that we will let a government thatis broken and corrupt rule us without any form of approval from the people whoare governed. We have allowed big corporations the same rights as people, whenthere are human beings without most of these rights. We, as Americans, haveall..</description>
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			<title>10:45pm EST</title>
			<description>My eyes usually tend to escape me at around this time. Myfather will be visiting tomorrow. A couple hours ago my girlfriend gave herselfto me again. And sex is a peculiar thing especially for two 17 year olds. Yougo through your pubescent life hearing how great it is. And how complicated and..</description>
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			<title>War (working title)</title>
			<description>A group of teens struggle their way through a post-apocalyptic America</description>
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