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			<title>American PTSD</title>
			<description>I curl up like a ball in my bunksirens and shots resonate outsideI pull the covers over my headscreams and laughter fill the airI reach out for a familiar warmthhelicopter blades swish above meI feel a body lean closer to mea hand takes mine and gives it a kissI&amp;rsquo;m scaredShe says, &amp;ldquo;don&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>When Iron and I Were One</title>
			<description>When Iron and I were OneHave you ever had this longing,every time you look toward the stars, as if you were missing something?A constant pull or tug,causing you to lift your armsto the heavens, as if you were...When you were younger did youstumble across cracks in the sidewalk, your chubby hands,gra..</description>
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