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			<title>What Else?</title>
			<description>Restless</description>
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			<title>Tide Pool</title>
			<description>When my dad calls me drunk and staring at the moon again amidst inland hurricane winds.</description>
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			<title>A Stone, A Glass, </title>
			<description>When I walk out of the woods and into a construction zone.</description>
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			<title>Audacious</title>
			<description>Elsa's SpinsterLollypop Inspired</description>
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			<title>I take all my lovers to the ocean</title>
			<description>All my love was buried at sea,I told him--but don&amp;rsquo;t despair, because we can go there and Watch the waves rising and dyingand we can try and float like driftwoodOr we can just swim out and Lose the ground and we can diveFor all the things we ever lostbut neve..</description>
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			<title>Upfeed</title>
			<description>Tools that scrape, gouge, and drilluncover nothing but tendons and bone.Some evangelist&amp;rsquo;s taxidermyfills you up with precious stones.&amp;nbsp;Sacrifice the posture--crack my body into posesLike some window display imposter mouthing holy to the shoppers.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Mirrors and Blue</title>
			<description>&quot;We missed our chance to sink&amp;rdquo; she said--&amp;nbsp;but found ourselves dried out again.-- &amp;ldquo;I aimed for shore and steered her through--&amp;rdquo;while I slept in the hold, swallowed in mirrors and blueto the lullabies of stirrings in the deep that sing like---&amp;ldquo;The ocean cannot hold your sh..</description>
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