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			<title>Past Life</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Past Life&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In a past life&amp;nbsp;I was a tree shaker&amp;nbsp;An earth mover&amp;nbsp;An ocean drinker&amp;nbsp;A bead on the bodice&amp;nbsp;of the last queen&amp;nbsp;I chewed fire&amp;nbsp;Swam in lilies&amp;nbsp;Rode horses into twilight&amp;nbsp;I could smell your movementAnd knew..</description>
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			<title>Saint On Wheels</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Saint on wheels&amp;nbsp;counselor to olive branchesfresh on the movehuman mostlymarked with some hostility towards the average dayanswering only certain questionspicking winners and losers from filesmatches in his pocketboots on the tablethere are things he can&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>April</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;April&amp;nbsp;She was turquoise thoughtsbathed in orange lightWaves lapped at the sandand at her feetShe was salt water bloodwith petal skinShe was cat eyes and glass boneswith a voice that was sun raiseShining through grey skiesShe crawled out of winterFree from sin&amp;n..</description>
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