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			<title>Ache</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Oh God.How is it I can bear it?When in my unguarded moments,Unbidden, come images of youWith me.How is it I can live so close to what I cannot have,dying a little every day, and yet not die?Oh God,When you turn that smile on meAnd for a moment in my mindWe are loversSha..</description>
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			<title>Exchange</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;SoftnessSmooth skinThere, at the join of your neck to your jawThere&amp;rsquo;s a flesh I have to touch -A flesh I want to kiss, and bite.I know it&amp;rsquo;ll make you gasp, and squirm, and protestBut I&amp;rsquo;ll know you want itBy the way you tilt your head away to show meThe marks..</description>
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			<title>Queen of the Dance</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When her dance was over,There were none left;Her enemies had fallenAnd there was blood on the ground.A small smile graced her faceWhile scarlet graced her hands;She tipped back her headTo lick red off her lipsAnd she laughed at the fear on their faces.Her feet too, were sta..</description>
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			<title>Summer storm</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Blue sky clouds overPurple shining cloudsReflecting not the sun, but themselves.Wind, gale-forceRipping through the treesRoaring like the oceanEvery leaf a note in a mighty orchestra-A crescendo of nature&amp;rsquo;s fury.Indigo sky boils and lightning flashesBright like a bran..</description>
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