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			<title>No It Isn't</title>
			<description>Something odd happened today.I read a poem authored by a writer whom Inormally respect very highlyand I didn&amp;rsquo;t like it. What&amp;rsquo;s more it&amp;rsquo;s notjust that I didn&amp;rsquo;t like it, but I felt uncomfortable for not liking it, asthough I hadn&amp;rsquo;t earned the right yet, ..</description>
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			<title>Savage Comfort</title>
			<description>Right. Write. All right?Write right, though.If you don&amp;rsquo;t write right you&amp;rsquo;ll end uprighting wrong writing.Right, writer.Write to her. Or write her, writer.Writer her well. It&amp;rsquo;s the right thing to do, but it&amp;rsquo;s hardto write her right.Do it rig..</description>
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			<title>D&amp;eacute;tournement, or Closing the Cage. </title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t know how to write but I would liketo say beautiful things and I don&amp;rsquo;t know how.&amp;nbsp;I know how to write beautiful things buthow I don&amp;rsquo;t and to know I don&amp;rsquo;t like to say.&amp;nbsp;Beautiful I and I like to write things butdon&amp;rsquo;t I know how to..</description>
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			<title>Untitled, Part 1</title>
			<description>Alone I hear the exhalations of departedmullsand my heart turns the shape of a sandalwith a sock in it. A fluffy stone.I am as blind as the Keralan auto-rickshawdriverand see no-one else,even with my eyes closed.I am walking around a reservoir past aboat-house whi..</description>
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			<title>Focus</title>
			<description>FOCUS&amp;nbsp;FOConcentration.US&amp;nbsp;What are you doing?Buying some karma.&amp;nbsp;FitnessOConcentrationUS&amp;nbsp;When was the last time - &amp;nbsp;FitnessObjectiveConcentrationUS&amp;nbsp;When ..</description>
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			<title>Cake</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s like&amp;hellip; cake. Imagine that you&amp;rsquo;re really hungry,And all you can think about is cake.Like a great big chocolate cake. One day you finally see this cake thatyou&amp;rsquo;ve been dreaming about. But you can&amp;rsquo;t eat it. It&amp;rsquo;s out of reachsomehow. ..</description>
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