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			<title>The Decision</title>
			<description>The decision, it trembles from my lips. It terrifies me, so many things do these days. My palms sweat, the sensation as repugnant as holding an expired fish, but it's mine isn't it? Thunder rushes in, drowning out all other sounds, people talking, and in my chest it races faster as if it may outrun ..</description>
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			<title>Earth Mother</title>
			<description>The potential beginning of a new book I am writing. </description>
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			<title>To M and T</title>
			<description>Figurative of course.</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Honestly, not a poem at all. I wrote this a while ago in a fit of rage and irritation. </description>
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			<description>Not really a story but I had to choose something. </description>
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