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			<title>WIld Field</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Baby buddhas bouncenear dandelionsI hear them whisper(I&amp;rsquo;ve noticed a propensity forgiggling)they often talk of tigersor cupcakes on jungle safaristhey prefer lamplightmoonlightthe limelighttheir bellies beg to be rubbed-&amp;nbsp;the dandelions beg for wind:they l..</description>
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			<title>Tug of War</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The moment I got lost in you was innocuous.It was not your lips exploring my teeth in a parking lot,or the first night I slept in nothing but your arms.It was not watching fire slide from your hands in the dark.It was some moment in between these,a small breath that seemed like any..</description>
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