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			<title>The First Stone</title>
			<description>Flushed fingers fit between my own,Ebbing between gentle slide and torrid pressure.Hands pull mine along, guiding to breasts, down sides, and over thighs,Drawing me a map of her body.As she sucks at my lip, my fingers try different touches.I gauge her favorites by the moans and repeat th..</description>
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			<title>Soulless</title>
			<description>It's all visual and stuff...</description>
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			<title>I Am Small</title>
			<description>The flames on the candle invite the hands of the clock to teaI am small.They'll bicker and argueAnd vote on the number of pages in a book they haven't readI tally the votes because it's easier then explaining a storyTo objects in still momentsDon't you dare call those words genius, f..</description>
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			<title>The Holy Faithful</title>
			<description>I know she prays to God like a little girl beforeShe crawls into bed and we worship,Suspecting all the while that thundercloud rider has been holding out on us,Displeased by her liturgy of moans as I rest in the paradise of her garden.What have you denied her that she's pulling my hand towar..</description>
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			<title>In the Last Days I Feel the Breath of Resurrection</title>
			<description>A weekend as a CNA in a nursing home.</description>
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			<title>Drift Away</title>
			<description>The respirator breathing taps a kind of rhythm and poetryTo this deathWatching, waitingWe're all coming to an end called &amp;quot;Stuck in the Mud&amp;quot;To witnessMidst the wheezing, the hospital whine, the slow waiting, watchingYour torturous ascension to the AnywhereIs Better Than Here..</description>
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			<title>The Good Lion</title>
			<description>Two policemen search for the poetry in justice through their current case and in the tension of their competing styles.</description>
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