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			<title>My Name Is--</title>
			<description>Inspired by observations made on campus.</description>
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			<title>I Hear a Howling in My Head</title>
			<description>I don't sleep at night. I write and frighten myself.</description>
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			<title>Cell Games</title>
			<description>             My form fit inbetween the swollen roof drops.Tops asideI kept my stride.Dissolved in my sinthey're akin (to me).Muscle through skin cellswet dry tear wells.Hydro-captive girl.I'm a whisper.</description>
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			<title>The End of the World: Part One</title>
			<description>             The Earth is itchy.The air reeks.The soil seeksA savior.Buildings brace themselves.While salt swellsengulf the ocean.A depth-commotion.Our brains--worms pray(on spouted knees).Fostering disease.To vaccinate land-sickness.The angels are with us.Dyi..</description>
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