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			<description>Drag the blade down through martini ramblingsMeasuring time in cigarettesI&amp;rsquo;m swallowing words with saccharin promisesThey taste just like childhoodJust like ambition3 nails left to be hammered in placeSlamming down this prevarication on blue keysAnd tiny metal stamps..</description>
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			<title>rinse.relapse.repeat</title>
			<description>they say he's only a boya little boy lostbut its so hard   to seepast the fabrications of complexity i've created in his photocopy   eyesjust to give me something to search forsomething worth   fighting forbut i'll be gone by noonbefore the afternoon   sun casts its harsh shadows in the bedr..</description>
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			<title>chartreuse and cigarettes</title>
			<description>Its 3am and your lips taste like chartreuse And cigarettes  You wind me down Through your plastic gears Slip my fingers through yours And we crash into the mechanical arcs of your room  Its 3am and you&amp;rsquo;re taking me through rivers  And highways of industrial landscapes  Through decades ..</description>
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			<title>24hour (church walls and dive bar bathroom stalls)</title>
			<description> &amp;hellip; Friday (12:30am) The dive bar strip&amp;rsquo;s been washed up In vodka blue lights Six grams of cocain Frozen like a deer in the headlights   &amp;hellip; Flash forward (6:30am) The air is sticky with loose tongue confessions Vibrant words and stories of a billion worlds (&amp;hellip;before&amp;h..</description>
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			<title>bourbon scented lies.</title>
			<description>We we&amp;rsquo;re different back then Significant in our insignificance In our corner street caf&amp;eacute;&amp;rsquo;s Our pretentious coffee drinks and   bourbon scented lies Stained the corners of our mouths like a stamp   of misunderstood artistry   We spoke in lace trimmed metaphors Under the illusio..</description>
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			<title>chez renee</title>
			<description>she takes me in mourning the peak of dawn crimson slithers       under blinds in echos of past and future  and i  hear      her calling  her voice burdened with wisdom she tells  me: &quot;the past is only here to kiss the scars from your eyes,  to lie   you every lullaby until you slip&quot;  and o..</description>
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