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			<title>You Still Haunt Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Something tells me this isn&amp;rsquo;t going to stopMarble mausoleum, realizing what I have is notYou in any way here I&amp;rsquo;ve fabricated in my mindThe idea of us, I need it in stone behind.&amp;nbsp;I saw the faces, smelled the flowers, heard the list.In fifty years I won&amp;rsquo;t reg..</description>
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			<title>The Vs</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It got colder hereAnd I knew it would happenRaised my head and foundMassive Vs drifting away from meCarrying the heaviness of autumnWith them somewhere&amp;nbsp;It was easy to predictThat the Vs would leaveAnd the leaves would fallAnd fall witheredLike it always doesBut i..</description>
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			<title>Nothing To Walk</title>
			<description>On the pavement,On that dirty gray messOn the cracks and the shufflingOf heels against it,Young.&amp;nbsp;The night is tonight.A time to lose and to be looseBut haven&amp;rsquo;t we met?Oh of courseThat lecture held onTuesdays and Thursdays.&amp;nbsp;Friday todayI see you&amp;rsquo;re ad..</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;I want to never see either of you again.But I will tomorrow so we can pretend to be friends.My sternum hollow and I thought it wasn&amp;rsquo;t only me.I hope your hearts empty into some self-destructing sea.Coolly, I&amp;rsquo;ll speak cruelly of this at my barista homeIn a tryst you&amp;rsqu..</description>
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