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			<title>[Red]</title>
			<description>Red; I don't like the colour redthe colour of blood--of relief and release and regretand broken promises.The colour of cherries, pomegranates&amp;nbsp;temptation, alluring-[you can't leave once you've tastedthe forbidden.]Bright cheap candy,chemicals disguised&amp;nbsp;as cherries or apples[they still taste..</description>
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			<title>Sonnet for Alison</title>
			<description>The lies will eventually tangle and trap you, no matter your skill at weaving them. </description>
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