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			<title>Sleeping Under The Moon</title>
			<description>Let&amp;rsquo;s handcuff smiles to the moon drenched bed. It lingers temptations over our fossiled heads. The clouds have laughed a gas into our flaccid lungs. The years of wind they have gracefully sung, has now perished in a rotting son. The sown lips are now marching floods of ins..</description>
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			<title>Shooting Stars</title>
			<description>Will you take my hand and help split the ever rising sun. Can we dance with the stars and forget who we are. I&amp;rsquo;ll take you by the waist and bring you close face to face and surrender my taste. I&amp;rsquo;ll hum to your sweet breath and lay your body to rest. We can caress the ..</description>
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			<title>Rejuvenation</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;ve touched my flaccid heart with the warmth of your gentle hand. I&amp;rsquo;ve caressed that surreal moment in my senseless minded sand. You&amp;rsquo;ve brought my frozen corpse to a light full spark. The first words donated to my unawoken ears, were the fuel that turned the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LivingNephilim/321714/</link>
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			<title>Corpse Bride</title>
			<description>Close your eyes. Take a breath of burnt souls. Grip me tight and watch. We&amp;rsquo;ll dance in the black hall. I&amp;rsquo;ve painted my heart onto yours. We&amp;rsquo;ll die. Let&amp;rsquo;s take our walk into the beautiful woods this night. You&amp;rsquo;ve got the string; we&amp;rsquo;ll turn into ..</description>
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