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			<title>Invisible sparks</title>
			<description>&quot;invisible sparks&quot; The Day after I diedI was humming a song, whose name I can't remember I was floating around heavens waiting room with beautiful girls from different worlds.I hardly took my eyes off the dusty projector, until my funeral lit up the screenI was staring right at you. My eyes burning ..</description>
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			<title>scenes from certain nights</title>
			<description>summer living</description>
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			<title>*??&amp;amp;//!@#^^^</title>
			<description>live and love</description>
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			<title>Holton st Blues</title>
			<description>Several shots on holtonred and white on road sideblood was just alivequickened conversation dogs wont stop barking nowtraffic glued below the groundblocks away...girls in skirts still laughing unaware of what just happenedI hurt for them.all this from my window.</description>
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			<title>How long since you have seen me?</title>
			<description>If you miss someone, tell them. Right now. Seriously.</description>
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			<title>You have me.</title>
			<description>nothing ruins sex like guilt.</description>
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			<title>Kids in cities summertime</title>
			<description>there were rooms of russian beauty on cinderblocks outside the cityquesadilla kids with salmonilla haircutswe were always on a tightrope.&amp;nbsp;to afraid to move.so we just stood there, balancing like stars.our lives were dandelions.....full of hope until we were blown away, only to b..</description>
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			<title>.....</title>
			<description>life drags on......a six pack for each weekday a thirty for the weekendfriends come and then leave againcottage cheese and milk inside the fridgehead spins then sits back down againwhat else?</description>
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			<title>amidol</title>
			<description>her bedroom is a port in stormscolonized by sentimental sketches and ideas.Nostalgia trapped in Amidol. each night&amp;nbsp;is a drop of water&amp;nbsp;down an unexpected drainthrough course tunnels accompanied by other nights traveling to a consequentialresting place.</description>
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