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			<title>Solitude</title>
			<description>Solitude, the stoic bonethe beams that dreams,&amp;nbsp;the flesh, encasestands in locked and hollowed places,stands where cold has others raked.You, my prose, all things encase,a hide of words, a fluent skin,and shroud the quiet, listening soul,spoken things all such vaneer</description>
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			<title>The Meadowlands</title>
			<description>this is about awarness of body through pain and awareness of self through longing. It talks about what grows between two consciousnesses as they come to know each other- how the space between two people can seem sacred.</description>
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