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			<title>Work</title>
			<description>At night he sleeps on ice stains,fornicating, artificial light obliterates moon.His eyes are old circuits of dancing electronicsThe hum of battery wire hanging from the silence.This is night duty at the depo. Sleep? the day workers laughed, you'll die in there. I smiled and thought ofechos from mud ..</description>
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			<title>Leaving the Party </title>
			<description>The building was full of people who could talk well and I had nothing in my 26 years to add so I left.There is no bars or such diners to contain youno literature to hold youI think. Forget etiquette.Revelry is a chipped toothDancing in crowds is absurd.I walked the streets and came homePoured wine w..</description>
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			<title>Winning</title>
			<description>Friday night lethargy.</description>
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			<title>The Beach</title>
			<description>Mama told us there were treasures on the beach if we looked hard enough. Crystals to steal sunlight and change the colour of your eyes if you stared too much,sea creatures that rode in on the white breakswith stones for legs and claws to steal a finger and never give it back. we went d..</description>
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			<title>The Engagement</title>
			<description>Mitchell stares at me under her pristine eyelashes, lips slightly apart and eyes narrowed. Her whole face is still, like some kind of oil painting under white hair that falls in drifts across her forehead. She&amp;rsquo;s like something out of a spy film, so mysterious.&amp;ldquo;Nice goin bro!&amp;rdquo; S..</description>
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			<title>23.07, London Underground</title>
			<description>From King's cross, Victoria Line</description>
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			<title>Chernobyl</title>
			<description>flash fiction</description>
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			<title>And I was a soldier</title>
			<description>I ran across a field of gunshots, where hollow echoes danced beneath the blue sunlightI lay down there in the flowers with the dead and the dying (soon dead).Cursing with the best of them I hid my fears under boot and shellI weathered a Caribbean storm when we didn&amp;rsquo;t know of such a storm..</description>
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