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			<title>A Dream For One</title>
			<description>The shadow walks passed my bedroom doorway each nightlistening to my breathing patternsgathering up the diurnal worriesstrewn about my roomit covers up my mind with dreams&quot;sleep&quot;, it whispers through a league of water,down to where nothing but sea weed grows lonelyfeeding on the hopestossed to it's ..</description>
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			<title>The Painted Cat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;There hasgot to be a better way to go about all this&amp;rdquo; Kelvin said looking out the thirdfloor apartment window into the dingy backside of Portland&amp;rsquo;s city streets.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;You know, Idon&amp;rsquo;t think there is, man&amp;rdquo;..</description>
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			<title>Supposing this</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;at stopping: look upat himmeasure the distance frommind to word.then movement to mindand watch to seeif they align.Andsuppose they do.Suppose the words glisten in the soft yellow light.So soft they ring witha playful vengeance,calling to ..</description>
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			<title>Confines and Skeletons</title>
			<description>I grew tired of the confinesI live byjust by being herein these worn out buildings.Standing against these worn out bones.So up up up I walkedup the stairs and straight out the door.The straightest line I&amp;rsquo;ve ever walked,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Swatting the Fly</title>
			<description>Swatting the Fly&amp;nbsp;He was little, Ithink his words exceeded him, even.It was a fine stitch,when it came to word and wisdomMuch becoming, abouthimto think there was aman who may have wornthe cape of altruism.&amp;nbsp;I was so sure it didnot exist, in so l..</description>
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			<title>Tree felled on a dark night</title>
			<description>&quot;If a tree falls and there is no one around to hear it, did it fall at all?&quot;</description>
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			<title>The Illusionist Thief</title>
			<description>&quot;Magic stolen from a child is not so easily wielded by its thief&quot;</description>
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			<title>Bedeviled Daughter</title>
			<description>Action, adventure, love and the eventual betrayal. It's hard to get it right, esspecially when it starts with an armed robbery.</description>
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