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			<title>Cutter</title>
			<description>Thin red linecrosses thigh&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I feelThin red linecrosses scar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hideThin red linecrosses wrist&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I liveEvery slice&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a scarlet squealEvery cut&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a crimson cryEvery bleed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a burgundy blareThis stor..</description>
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			<title>Strange Magnet</title>
			<description>Her caramel framed glasses funneled your attentioninto her unusual luminous brown eyes.They had a cat like qualitywithout the cattiness. Actually they had a whole lottadog friendly to them.Ooh, she wasn't any pera fea (ugly dog)believe me, she was 'easyon the eyes', a real looker...</description>
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