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			<title>Meeting New York </title>
			<description>Shallow stares, browsing for wild promiseGirls with empty eyes sway up and to the sideCrisp air, futile ice on stale waterHair shiny, Lips plump, Eyes lostSad kids, blocked and movingRapid staircase pace, don&amp;rsquo;t look&amp;nbsp;for more than two seconds.Head tilted down, waiting. Shou..</description>
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			<title>Nostalgia Flirting with Anxiety</title>
			<description>Myriad of unremarkable masksI stare, interest rouses in vain&amp;nbsp;Rehearsed words, if anyone asksBite your tongue, slurp champagne&amp;nbsp;Candid smiles hiding behind the crimson paintChit, Chat, Laugh-repeat, what a bore&amp;nbsp;Twirling around, haunting for anything quaint&amp;nbsp;No more fools, once I swo..</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>escape, I cherishwings, I envisionleave, I willfind, I hopevoices around me scream,my body does not want to hearmy spring elusion will supreme&quot;no&quot; they scream, the end is nearsimplistic fantasies flood the heartan ashen room, a warm embrace,a candor smil..</description>
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			<title>A Quick Encounter</title>
			<description>sweet movement, too harmonious for this sphere&amp;nbsp;each limb danced to the rhythm of our desirerestless, delicate touch, aggressive thoughtsthose sparks created in a long blink&amp;nbsp;we stared at the night showering the orange&amp;nbsp;the poetry of the city, you said, I star..</description>
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