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			<title>summer memories two</title>
			<description>giggles behind palmsthe fort made of found itemssays no boys allowed</description>
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			<title>summer memories one</title>
			<description>racing&amp;nbsp;down the streetsticky ice cream truck fingersuntied shoelaces&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>What My Fingers Said</title>
			<description>I wanted to say:We can fight this demon,this wall of&amp;nbsp;resentment we've created between ourselves.We can tear it down, baby, together.&amp;nbsp;Instead, I made a simple gesture of leaning overand tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.&amp;nbsp;But you didn't know what I was reall..</description>
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			<title>Spark</title>
			<description>Finally found what had been missing-The old magic that pushed my heart out through my poresIt was travelling the earth in the form of a girl&amp;nbsp;For awhile she was the sun for my orbitBut to her I was a distant planet:&amp;nbsp; Pluto, or maybe JupiterStraining so hard to turn stardust into..</description>
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