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			<title>Flood.</title>
			<description>Tonight my phone alerted me I was in a flash flood area and to watch outwhile a mile away from my apartment in the middle of a torrential downpour on the way to a scummy basement pizza place. People in fancy restaurant windows stared at my makeup dripping into my eyes and burning. I scowled. The sta..</description>
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			<title>Two in the morning. </title>
			<description>There are days that you wake up, like today, at 2am.&amp;nbsp;You don&amp;rsquo;t know how you slept that long. Secretly, it was because you were waiting for a phone call that never came. You told yourself after that phone call, that&amp;rsquo;s when you would get up.&amp;nbsp;Silly to sleep an entire day away beca..</description>
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			<title>Wander. </title>
			<description>condemned church stepsin god knows where on what streetyour girlfriend would be so upset if she knew I keep holding your handbut we're lost, five miles inI don't know this cityand we're a case of beer deepI hope someone jumps usI hope they have a gunI hope they're mad..</description>
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			<title>Contact.</title>
			<description>&amp;hellip;take&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip;deep&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip;breaths.&quot;The car crashes into you.&amp;nbsp;You don&amp;rsquo;t remember what happened.&amp;nbsp;You just know it&amp;rsquo;s totaled and&amp;nbsp;you&amp;rsquo;re somehow fine&amp;nbsp;and your phone is missing&amp;nbsp;and my friend just died.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Bruised.</title>
			<description>you took scissors&amp;nbsp;to the carpetignoring brain matterand the blood splatteredjack daniel's bottleblonde hair mattedyou saidthe first and last personyou ever lovedsobbing, &quot;no&quot;mouth under handyou fucked meit was youi felt sorry for</description>
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			<title>never took latin. </title>
			<description>considering the chemicalsthat'd make it quit completelythe formulas to sleepso i'm not terrorized nightlysomething subtlequiettucking me in sweetlyto take me undersilentlyand make the heart stop beatingconsidering your handsand how i'd like to meet themconsidering their strengthand how i can't defea..</description>
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