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			<title>Last Night Camping</title>
			<description>Almost twenty years ago,I dropped into the only journey I've ever known.A stranger crossed the woods into my place of refugeand demanded all I had.</description>
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			<title>Subway Valentine</title>
			<description>I swiped my downtown fare and foundheart-shaped battery packs powering bouquets of red torches,flickering cellophane nametags, and my reflectionsmelling every petal it could find.The passing trains traded friction poetry,screeching villanelles,&amp;nbsp;braking in iambic pentameters.I spelt out her name..</description>
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			<title>Counting Rhetorics</title>
			<description>Jeweled lense of a third person perspectivePress rewind, then playHope to never have the same.I sit, almost praying, elbows on my kneessifting through the old tapes of individualized transcripts from locked-eyes conversation.Thumbs jog between play and rewindGoing forward causes an electronic anxiet..</description>
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			<title>ddd</title>
			<description>I have a bag I carry every day.There are morningsbackpack of emotionsneed to unpack it every time im asked how am i doingor what are you feeling</description>
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			<title>Could it be the last day?</title>
			<description>When you opened my eyes on your deathbedyou whispered to me about how bad your driving skills were.How since you were born you took the road,and never went below the speed limit.You never yielded for the exhaust of another,and you were always mad you still had to pay the tollsSomeone told you that t..</description>
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			<title>Opportunity</title>
			<description>You know sometimes I just want to tell a story.I want to be able to sit down and not have to rememberevery thought that comes out of my mouth.When I say them I want them to hang in mid airsporting new patterns on their wings.With every breath from my mouthI want to break open the cocoons of frustrat..</description>
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			<title>Mis-Quoting</title>
			<description>I quoted a man once...Let me tell ya, I didn't like it.He was nice and allbut he was so possessive of the&amp;nbsp;He just barged in and didn't even ask permission----cold turkey - warming it up</description>
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			<title>Press Fit Manners</title>
			<description>It would seem that in temperate, modern climates, our shoulderslet alone our eyes, would seldom meet.If by chance, I came across your emptinessand upon noticing my gaze,surprised yourself with a double-take,how would you fancy that our first conversationwould turn out?Could we have forsaken our diff..</description>
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			<description>5 Commandments of Datingby Jason Illian, excerpted from Undressed: The Naked Truth About Love, Sex, and DatingOctober 11, 2006Christians do many things well, but dating isn't one of them. In fact, many of the fallacies prevalent in the dating world were created by Christians. We have been so..</description>
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			<title>Chasing a Glow</title>
			<description>As a child she was forbidden from looking at the chariots outside her window.Windows were boarded up, she grew up with the idea they were taboos andarchitects were rebels.She dreamt ----she was a dreamer.Her parents would never let her seen the sunshine, and soeven restricted themselves ..</description>
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			<title>Sterile Scienceh</title>
			<description>Nothing but two breaths keep you alive.A rinse and repeat process where even whenhoisted next to candlesticks the process melts in unison.They follow each other and They created their own colors to paint their own futures.They attracted the fascination of the stars and distracted the com..</description>
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			<title>Idle Moments</title>
			<description>Before the hills could form the frameOr skyscrapers hide their balding headsSitting on a bench staring at a city skylineheads during the sunset.They pray in front of an orange silhouttefor time to buy the night a taxi rideinstead of making it walk.Their sweat disappears as the moonappear..</description>
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			<title>To The Girl Who Showed me Orion's Belt</title>
			<description>What can you say about the girl who shows youOrion's belt on the midnight decor.The girl who knows the best place near the stairsto listen for an echo.The girl who shows you where genius stares at youwith the simplest gestures that mimic the successof a child's curiosity.She makes work..</description>
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