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			<title>in this gay-straight world,</title>
			<description>in this gay-straight world,i miss having a friend to talk to, calling someone I love, beautiful. i miss sharing an ice cream, bathing in the swimming pool learningto read poetry and understanding punk, i miss calling collect and serving the opportunity, hoping she&amp;rsquo;ll say yes or p..</description>
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			<title>Alone with God</title>
			<description>are you up therefatherbeyond those blue heaven eyesthat sail slowly acrossthe ceiling of my world. are you up there as I tie my shoelaces and wait for the fruit to growor the cows to give milk. do you think I'm lonely tooare you lonely too.somewhere sitting on a throne loved ..</description>
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			<title>Watery Graves</title>
			<description>i've thrown all the letters&amp;nbsp;into the fireplace,quieted my thoughts with a shower,pressed a cold towel over eyes, hopingthe still words won't slip back in.&amp;nbsp;my fingers&amp;nbsp;push through long silk sleeves,a tie coils around&amp;nbsp;Adam's apple.&amp;nbsp; toes&amp;nbsp;slide through&amp;nbsp;a..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go</title>
			<description>taking the badge in my handi throw it across the room,I'll no longer need itask my gloom.here I lay on the bedwaiting for another day.what goals have I lost,that settle with that badge.in the morning, I'll dig for itbetween the closetshirts, the blue uniform I wearletting go of..</description>
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			<title>Places</title>
			<description>I've sat in different places with different races, sorryto admit I've gone miles and sat on cold tiles, soft rugs that have crawled with bugs. slept in corners with grieving mourners, insomniacsand stoners who look mainly dazed. i have sat in empty hallwayswondering always where sunl..</description>
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