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			<description>I thought I could manageAfter years of literary neglectThe simple act of compilingA series of rhyming coupletsBut it would seem to meAs I sit here in bedThat poetry, as it once didNo longer fills my headI've sold my soul to a worldOf corporate annihilationAnd with it my talent wentTo a nameless dest..</description>
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			<title>An empty airport window</title>
			<description>There's nothing quite like pressing your handagainst the cold pane of an airplane window&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; biting your lip and licking the tearthat welled on the groove..</description>
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			<title>His cold marriage bed</title>
			<description>...As he shrugs on his shirt
She powders her nose
From both sides of the room...</description>
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