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			<title>a minor tragedy.</title>
			<description>Hazy nights in living rooms and on front lawnsIn garages and on bedroom floorsWith starlight in our hair and whiskey on our tonguesI remember a hand on my shoulder and lips at my earAs you told me all the things that scared you about me,How much it hurt to love so deeply so quicklyLike a physical sc..</description>
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			<title>love like that.</title>
			<description>        a love like thatit burrows down deep, deep, deepunderneath your skin, inside your bonesrends its way through tissue and muscle and bloodto rest inside your chest like another vital organa love like thatit burns fire-bright and warm as summerradiating like sunlight through the pores of ..</description>
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			<title>of cartography and skin.</title>
			<description>        I remember your hands, strong and callusedAs they mapped the skin of my backFingertips trailing featherlight over ribs and shoulder bladesTracing the fault lines of jagged scars,Exploring familiar territory with tentative fingersLike they were searching for something new, som..</description>
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