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			<title>Macabre Love Making</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Good evening,The music drawls on&amp;hellip;Dripping off the wallsIn red stains.&amp;nbsp;I want to tell you a fantasy,A darkness,Something deep in the mind,Hidden.&amp;nbsp;I want to&amp;hellip; reach down&amp;hellip;Pull you from the grave,The rot and maggot carcass,And peel the rest..</description>
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			<title>Heart-Shaped Box of Chocolate</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I will wake up,When you wake me up,Telling me you have a sudden cravingFor caramel filled chocolate.So at 3 am I drive to the only open market,And buy a heart-shaped box of chocolate,And a second one,Just in case. At 6 months alongYou are showing But remain beautiful, lik..</description>
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			<title>Our History on Earth</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;In the beginning there was a flashA brilliant swirl of lavender and neon orange,Of ocean blue and crystalline white.&amp;nbsp;Of this swirl a sphere formed,Right next to Helios, A.K.A. Ra, A.K.A. Sol.Water bubbled the surfaceAnd green melted from the core.&amp;nbsp;When the first l..</description>
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			<title>Red Light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Where's the womanWho likes to sing for the boysShe stands beneath lamp postsOn city streets,Wishing the rain away.She likes the work but hates the business.And sadly,No one showed her any other wayShe showers at midnightIn the gloom,Under Starlight.It's the mund..</description>
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			<title>Target Practice with a Professional</title>
			<description>What would it be like to do something with someone who is either dead or otherwise unreachable?  Try to figure out who this professional is.</description>
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