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			<title>Three years, 1 day</title>
			<description>The words are lost in the motionsA fleeting sense of relief leaves me as I begin to dread my own future(life, love, &amp;amp; the mystery)your eyes are wasted on (these) lost soulswhile mine are lost in yours(quickly, the thoughts pass w/ nothing to hold)I have no needs, only desire for inner peace(quie..</description>
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			<title>CH1 - Introducing Edwin</title>
			<description>***age 26 ***I'mnot usually like this; I don't usually do things like this.&amp;nbsp;The beat up1977 Rand McNalley road atlas is spread open in front of me, the steaming mugof coffee next to it.&amp;nbsp;I'm lost in the lines, navigating my life to somehidden meaning that has yet to be fou..</description>
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			<title>my father, the carpenter</title>
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