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			<title>he eats what he catches</title>
			<description>story/poem</description>
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			<title>the heartache of a scholar</title>
			<description>written in class...i sware i should be paying attention</description>
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			<title>tragedy</title>
			<description>lost in our own evil intentionsdestroyed by our own inventionsdid i mention....i the one created unequal in designfragmented in thought lead to puzzled decisions celebrated in inscription&amp;quot;he's not the rise of man, but rather the fall of romeeleventh of september&amp;nbsp;to the pa..</description>
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			<title>contradicted non-fiction</title>
			<description>modern knowledge is nothing more thana cliff note of prior complex thoughts.&amp;nbsp; we're lost summarizing the past to predict the future on main ideas yet, we forget about the details!what's a suspect without the jail tat?without the scar beneath his left eye..</description>
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			<title>before it started to rain</title>
			<description>i&amp;nbsp;was standing therelike&amp;nbsp;yesterday's re-run&amp;nbsp;white wife-beater onbeneath&amp;nbsp;a horizontally striped polowhere blue was imprisoned upon my skin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;nothinglike reality was bluffing it&amp;rsquo;s activitymy pants muddy and greyfrom rubbing against thisblack T..</description>
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			<title>body of an american</title>
			<description>another writing i did while i was supposed to be taking notes in young adult lit</description>
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			<title>ms paranoia's encounters with mr pride</title>
			<description>she came to melike immaculate conceptionas if God had his hand inour hands intertwined and combinedas if&amp;nbsp;she thoughti only wanted to f**kwith her head likeso many before meand after meand in ten yearswe'll run into eachotherat albertsonsshopping for ramen noodlesan..</description>
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