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			<title>Cruelty's Hounds</title>
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			<title>so i greeted the open palms with a smile,</title>
			<description>toasty</description>
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			<title>Forgiveness</title>
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			<title>jingle</title>
			<description>jingleand i have seen the nappy headed hobo who roasts alcohol outside of Sunset blvd. and i have loved those who have kissed my through window sills and i still don&amp;rsquo;t know where the divine one is but his head is full of lost birthday parties and inbred memories and though i am the son of ..</description>
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			<title>and the music&amp;#2013266066;s sad here because dusk and dawn had a beautiful conflict with wet knifes and plastic opinions.</title>
			<description>and the music&amp;rsquo;s sad here because dusk and dawn had a beautiful conflict with wet knifes and plastic opinions. The new day&amp;rsquo;s begun and it&amp;rsquo;s only started to rain wishbones for the cigarette children wanting a new kind of heaven. Their heaven won&amp;rsquo;t be white God and Cloud 9 a..</description>
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			<title>There was a kiss on my cheek</title>
			<description>There was a kiss on my cheekAnd we held each others blue hands till the sun fell down around 6 pm in New YorkWhere birds play cops &amp;amp; robbers with bread crumbs and orange peels.She gazed through my looking glasses and shot the black out of my eyes with aWhiteout stare like bleach glazin..</description>
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