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			<title>Elusive Boy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The wiles of his anonymity are so deceiving.An apogee of sin but I am blind.&amp;nbsp;What a wilful warlock. Away, away sweet nuisance!Why must we always yield to green eyes,Piercing voodoo skin.&amp;nbsp;I float.I float in melodious bliss.Floating in his bubbling ocean; I do not..</description>
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			<title>Hush, my patriarch</title>
			<description>A forked tongue wriggling in baited breath, As she shed bonds,Unnecessary snake skin,Patriarchal yes. But with streaming eyes he mourns for, &amp;lsquo;hedonism, hedonism!&amp;rsquo;And together they watched &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Whimsical Games</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A body of glass,Beautifully blown with gentle hands.A pensive nature gassing them,Drunk and drowsy.Stumbling, rambling, twitching like fiery fiends,Eager to submit.Yet a life coiled in silk, of blood red,Was unfurled with careless fingers and prying minds.</description>
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			<title>The beginning is quite simple</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It begins with the most simple of beings,But Banshee always finds us; sprinkling little crumbs of misery upon pure things.To be shut up in a cage,with Marquis de Sade, how sad!Hide your corpses and animals!Shut up in a fleshy prison with stone walls crowding round.&amp;nbsp;We will..</description>
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			<title>Dear anonymity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Dear anonymity,Years go by and each day you wrap me in a thick cotton copse. I am grateful, I promise, but I still push you away and send you to someone else in a thorn coated envelope. &amp;lsquo;Miskina&amp;rsquo; you named me and whispered in my ears in the early hours of a day gone by, in the ..</description>
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			<title>Tacit Truths</title>
			<description>My Body,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a vessel.Uprooted,Upturned,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Miss Alice</title>
			<description>Born in a pond, of seaweed beds and watery skies she swam to the surface of a cloth ocean. Swimming to the sky air rushed into her gills and life faded. Black blackness is what she saw as her hair grew white and balding. Listening to ruinous whispers from trout shaped mouths rotted her mind like mit..</description>
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			<title>Flammen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Claws scraping,grazing,scratching,those terrible wounds.Salty tears&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;drip, drop,Filming scorched eyes.&amp;nbsp;Bulbous windows of horror,Tightly shut..</description>
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			<title>Adonis, Adonis</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The day Sparrow soared through fields and woods, twittering of his presence, Spring sang its blossoming song. She awakened from the abject sleep of the moon and appeared from within the white cottage in the middle of the wood. Resting on lilac beds she thought of her lover, ever distant now...</description>
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			<title>Travelling, dear lover</title>
			<description>I wriggle, I slip, I struggle,In this thicket of opulent quilts,Tying me down. Get off!Small little footsteps. I reach the window.Grime sticking to glass.Yuck.Cold feet and sweaty palms.I wish you would wake.</description>
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			<title>Memory half forgotten</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;We were always full; drunk with feeling and sanguine thoughts. In thoughts you did appear to me; but you were blurry and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t hear what you were saying. But now I close the hatch and lock it with keys you will never find. I often wondered after our travels where I lost you: you c..</description>
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			<title>Drink up</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Croaking little devil,Preying upon red hair and pale skin.And with a billowing mane he throws caution to the wind, shaking wooden huts.Those weathered fingers scramble through layers of misery; uprooting little cries and hushing the wind,With strident roars.Drink up, drink up littl..</description>
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			<title>Alba</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I found myself washed up on Alba&amp;rsquo;s shores and thinking of life. I peeled away the unnecessary skin, wounding itself around me; tightening, squeezing. The salty water and sandy grains soothed my wounds. Where mermaids swim and ships do lie, I reached. Drown bright angel! Drown! Peace ma..</description>
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