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			<title>The Florist.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The florist moved away today. I think I always knew that she was going to leave me eventually. I just didn&amp;rsquo;t know that it would be so soon. She doesn&amp;rsquo;t blame me for what happened. I blame myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>fix this from there.</title>
			<description>i missed you today,unlike any other day.i can't remember the actuality,only the feelings.it was safety and warmth.it was never willing the moments to pass,but wanting them to play in a loop.and they do.sometimes.and sometimes i wonder if everything would be alrightif you were h..</description>
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			<title>What I Thought.</title>
			<description>It began with your choiceto say maybe it could be me,before you asked for one kiss,before there was power or need.The power came secretlyalong with the thrill of hurt.A faceless, vapid w***eand just another choice.Then there was nothing.Then there was nothing.Then there was..</description>
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