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			<title>An Open Letter to the Human Race</title>
			<description>&quot;A condition of complete simplicity/(Costing not less than everything)&quot; --T.S. Eliot in &quot;Four Quartets&quot;</description>
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			<title>Vow</title>
			<description>The words mean nothing until I say them.I can cross them out. I call them liars.I am the liar. Words are the only truthI possess. I betray them. I leave them to rotin pages of half-abandoned notebooks.I forget them, the orphaned childrenof my fickle interests. I impre..</description>
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			<title>her mind is tiffany twisted</title>
			<description>miscommunication</description>
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			<title>Kept</title>
			<description>The measles was the first one my body kept. The pediatrician thought it would be an easy in/out visit; kid comes in, needle goes in, needle goes out, kid goes out. Somewhere between steps two and three, my skin puckered around the slender cylinder and my cells entwined with stain..</description>
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			<title>Breaking Point</title>
			<description>My coming of age, I suppose</description>
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			<title>Melding</title>
			<description>I have discovered within myself all the wisdom of the ages, imprinted on the skin of my palms,in the pattern of taste buds on my tongue, in the scars crisscrossing my knees.I can feel as I lace my fingers and twist my tongue and kneel down almost in prayerhow my muscles mee..</description>
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			<title>Turbulent</title>
			<description>A poem about complicated relationships</description>
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