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			<title>explosion</title>
			<description>first thing i have written in a long time... i started crying out of frutration and anger and heres what i got... s****y i know, but thats what happens when inspiration and your mind play tricks on you.
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			<title>Darling</title>
			<description>bring me back to my Eden FOR THIS PLACE IS UNBEARABLE so sick and twisted the eyes of the innocent burn upon first glance-Vague Impressions Of Altruism Prove To Be- -False-provacative tendencies taint the beautyimpurity scattered among the youngest of lovers shadows of mischeif darke..</description>
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			<title>subconscious streams</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;strike my last match for you she wispered as he sauntered away into the darkness and the cancerous fog that enveloped her smothering the moolinght Oh yes that moonlight so coveted by others but it was hers hers hers Oh yes that moonlight turning trees into monsters and shadows into ..</description>
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			<title>dance like everyone is watching.</title>
			<description>tongues turning into pens writting my desires under the ears and scribbling secrets along the lips of virgins spitting in the emerald eyes of those with higher power and falling in love with those underneath engaging in blinding acts of erotic nature to blast into freedom that ..</description>
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			<title>invincibility</title>
			<description>You should be jealous. I taste like immortality! I smell like life! I played poker with death once, and I never jump into rivers naked. Passing the yellow line, See the brights coming? Swerve baby, swerve And glide through the black ice, blow away the fog And skate away free. Gin a..</description>
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			<title>shamed</title>
			<description>Look into the eyes Feel the lust Do the things You know you must Let him use you Let him see The beautiful s**t That you can be Filthy dirty easy s**t Steal the sex and crave the smut Love the touch and feel the heat Hands on chests to feel heartbeats Grasp him close an..</description>
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			<title>Order. Perfect Order.</title>
			<description>Neat, loopy, constructive sentences dancing together between the dotted lines. Symmetrically flowing and everlasting. Dazed and confused structures, ever transform into different sizes, yet remaining in the same body. Consecutive paces, right, left, right. Up the path of not-ordinary goals. ..</description>
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