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			<title>you've only gone and killed me</title>
			<description>i... suck. &gt;&lt;</description>
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			<title>Hard to swallow</title>
			<description>ana + mia</description>
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			<title>Confessions</title>
			<description>i. the words that broke me were not the final, chosen, thoughtful, ending ones but the rash, passionate ones no-one was supposed to read. An Affair dissected, is what my eyes digested.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And when they separated I was already shatteredii. Hate is the str..</description>
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			<title>Floating</title>
			<description>In your eyes I saw a cross section of myself and knew, you knew my secrets, but my mask was unyielding under your passionate pleas for true openness. I flapped you away like a mother goose, ignored the hurt in your amber irises and prayed you wouldn't pour me out your blissful lips.your half-s..</description>
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			<title>smitten girls always win</title>
			<description>with crayons of multicoloured accusations of love, you coloured me black. Now I am a colour-not-a-colour, a simple tone. How i denied you, time after time after time after midnight, I know not, I acknowledge that I may have opheliac tendencies towards you, but will not say,&amp;nbsp; i love you...</description>
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