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			<title>August 26, 2013</title>
			<description>Talking to you</description>
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			<title>Anthony</title>
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			<title>chicken</title>
			<description>Even if my heart didn't ferment long enough to produce an intoxicating passion,</description>
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			<title>March 25, 2012</title>
			<description>The number of dimples composing my smileReveals my innoncence, naivete, and possible optimismMaybe if i smiled less, Maybe if i smiled lessI'd be more mysterious, if i were maleIn all honesty, i'd love to prance aroundIn my underwear or without a shirtI want to dance without consideration of my body..</description>
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			<title>13 Toes</title>
			<description>Your mother wanted an abortionYour father objectedYour mother drank hard liqour every nightYour father was &quot;oblivious&quot;Your mother smoked cigarettes every hourYour father turned awayYour mother tried acid that nightYour father said &quot;Happy Birthday&quot;</description>
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			<title>February 8, 2013</title>
			<description>I found you. And we vanished to the oceanWe raced a mile through the sandWithin minutesA tast neither of us could complete ordinarilyEffort fueled by passionBut us foolsOblivious of our phsical wakenessInto the oceanToes firstAnkles deepEngulfed by the oceanYour face in my handsYour hands at my wa..</description>
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			<title>January 31, 2013</title>
			<description>You left your door openSo i enteredLeft the fieldThe sunflowersAnd daisiesYou amaze meI left my door openSo you enteredLeft the giftsThe cosmosAnd tulipsI adore you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThatLonelyGoat/1131003/</link>
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			<title>days </title>
			<description>These people are ridiculous. They&amp;rsquo;re grown women. I thought people matured after high school, at most sometime after their twenties. My new dance classed was filled with middle aged women who seemed to have a false perception of their bodies. The woman in front of me swiveled her hips as if sh..</description>
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			<title>June 7, 2012 10:38p.m</title>
			<description>old</description>
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