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			<title>aplomb</title>
			<description>Cries to repose,&amp;nbsp;reconcile, and reconnoiter&amp;nbsp;are recommended as rendition&amp;nbsp;of your reason.&amp;nbsp; Reply&amp;nbsp;revamped and revel in rancorous&amp;nbsp;refuge, but don&amp;rsquo;t expect respect simply&amp;nbsp;because you deserve it.&amp;nbsp;Such a move is far too human for y..</description>
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			<title>Revelations</title>
			<description>Sometimes, when my morning's fatiguedand the only comfort comes from a deep cool breathWhen I see the breeze that chills the eyesand my thighs want my knees to try a little harderSometimes that makes me want to cryOccasionally, I feel that when I cryIt won't be frustration.It won't be ..</description>
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			<title>Sentences Also Deserve Respite</title>
			<description>Slicing up the pasted&amp;nbsp;presentation,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;with a flippant&amp;nbsp;tail&amp;nbsp;preferring pause, yet accustomed to and&amp;nbsp;not adversed so malignantly as others of your kind to&amp;nbsp;such a pause as one not heard but felt,&amp;nbsp;you are by far my favorite of the puntuation mark..</description>
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			<title>Recyclables</title>
			<description>A can below me is rolling on a sidewalk&amp;nbsp;Red, and White, and Blue,&amp;nbsp;the can is empty.&amp;nbsp;And I am upside down,&amp;nbsp;looking at an empty can.&amp;nbsp;I can't help but wonder...&amp;nbsp;You thirsty?</description>
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			<title>Flakes of the Tapering Candle of My Love for You</title>
			<description>I want to slide my fingers beneath your warm and welcoming back, and lift you up into the Sun.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your hair would fall in curling strands down and down further, and never reach the ground.&amp;nbsp;I want the flies that smell your sweet skin to nip and bite at mine instead.&amp;nbsp; I would..</description>
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			<title>Yawns Are Stretch Enough</title>
			<description>All things considered, is a young man expected to feel guilty for looking forward to every moment of sleep?&amp;nbsp; And even during those nauseatingly insistent 'mares, be they day or night, is not the notion of absolute submersion into fantasy at the core of every flight of fancy?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When..</description>
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