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			<title>Woke Me Again</title>
			<description>You snore, did you know?&amp;nbsp;Your mouth is parted to showthe barest glimpse of stained teeth,your skin is lightly puffed and palefrom a night of lying horizontal.&amp;nbsp;The buzz from your stuffed noseis like the beating wings of a fly,loose and wild around the room,..</description>
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			<title>Minerva</title>
			<description>You only touched me in public;put an arm around my shoulderswhen everyone was looking.But your fingers razed my flesh;acid fingertips left crimson lines down my arms.&amp;nbsp;You, who had never felt the dignityof a grandfather&amp;rsquo;s funeral pyrepressed your petal lips ..</description>
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			<title>Suffolk</title>
			<description>Screened walls form a wide latticework of white,three sides open off the house.&amp;nbsp;The towering oak groans in the gusts,its chorus in the deep voice of a mourner.&amp;nbsp;A flaking, splintered bench swingsover the gray floor, hung high on chains that creak.&amp;nbsp;With..</description>
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			<title>Driver, VA</title>
			<description>Hailstones in April; the cruel weather makes its last stand.How will the old structures remain, with such battery against their slatted sides?The peanut farms are undefended; their masters watch and mutter,&amp;lsquo;We are lucky if the plants survive.&amp;rsquo;&amp;nbsp;A train&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>Graveside</title>
			<description> A Baptists&amp;rsquo; utterance of life after deathbrought to mind a visionof your blackened, withered fingersclawing the inside of your coffin, and your mauled larynx wheezing, 'let me out, let me out, let me out of here'.&amp;nbsp;Your friends and siblings- those s..</description>
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			<title>The Wake</title>
			<description> Who are these people?I, reverted to the age of seven,cower behind the armchairin a dim corner of the funeral home.If I could crawl through the vents,I&amp;rsquo;d escape across the barren cornfields,and inhale the scent of frozen soil,and hear the caw of crows on p..</description>
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