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			<title>Portsmouth</title>
			<description>Rough steel points towards god,grey waters house grey fish,tired faces guide old shipswhile screaming gulls flail above.Seasoned men trim salt-kissed roses,young lovers exchange eyes and smiles,bells sound in every directionwhile a caned woman contemplates the sea.Lone orange waders in a compact boa..</description>
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			<title>A Very Long and Confusing Trip</title>
			<description>my hands were trembling as i thought&amp;ldquo;will this change me forever, this tiny little piece of paper?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;it did.i put it on my tongue and waited.i hoped on the drum-setand me and derek generated music out of nothingas we normally did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;nothing. i began to se..</description>
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			<title>Upon Deaf Ears</title>
			<description>There was no noise.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How odd.I always thought the silence was broken--shattered by the slow groaningof old floorboards,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and the oxidized cries while the needle dragsacross a grooved black road. Yet--there was no noise.The metronome screeched to a halt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>Deployed Into Sand</title>
			<description>My commanding officers told me they were bad,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and I believed them.Ten years ago, at a time when I was so young,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;so impressionable,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I saw them crash planes into buildings&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;so close to home,and though they didn&amp;rsquo;t take the liv..</description>
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			<title>Salvation/Damnation</title>
			<description>A double villanelle about addiction.</description>
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			<title>Troubled Waters</title>
			<description>All the men from back in townbegged of me to heed their warningand not make my home in the middle of the wood.They spoke of stories both childish and absurdof previous folk who are no longer heard,people like me who wished to escapeto a place of quiet, so that work could be done.They spoke of a broo..</description>
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			<title>Upon Moving Into a Renovated Chicken Coop</title>
			<description>I may live in a coop,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But I am not cooped up.I don&amp;rsquo;t have wings,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;or feathers,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;or a beak on my face,but I am free range&amp;#2013266048;&quot;because outside of mytightly knitted wood paneled walls&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and gouged wood..</description>
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