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			<title>I must have dreamed you </title>
			<description>I dreamt you were awake, with your arms around the idea of the sort of way you spent your time and-&amp;nbsp;I lay motionless for hours just listening to you sigh. with every intake wonderingwhy&amp;nbsp;not me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For you? For you a warm thought and a whisper-You were southbound and&amp;nbsp;seasidesom..</description>
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			<title>summer passes </title>
			<description>I spent the afternoon sighing, studying the clouds,grey, passing,one foot before the otherand my steps outnumbered me,echoed down the empty streets and-I watched the sun slip, sky black,each day is one day less, every day is-&amp;nbsp;And somewhere, else, your lover stains her lips red.studies her refle..</description>
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			<title>I found you </title>
			<description>I found myself today, wedged between the leaves of a love letterdrifting between slashes of rain in headlights-contrasted in the neon of a passing shift of blame.&amp;nbsp;And, boy, you're made of wind and flame.Mouth curling at the edges in the heat of my contempt,fists loose, you smell like smoke,sigh..</description>
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			<title>lovers </title>
			<description>we could be lovers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and we could spend a life time hand in palm and arm linked,head to shoulder and toes in the sand, we could drink till we smile and forget forever, about how you said you had a frenzied sort of joy and sun streaked hair, perfect wrists and the sweetest slumber&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>i do not </title>
			<description>And these days I hear your nameand I don't feel a damn thingexcept a single haunted echo down the twisted staircase of my spine, leaving a dread chill only the ghosts in my belly could bear, whisper,And vanish likeYour shadow through the door on the first morning we met and you said you could love a..</description>
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			<title>space and time </title>
			<description>You said there were two things you loved, both space and time.&amp;nbsp;But time passed me by like a streetcar while I clung to the pavement waiting,&amp;nbsp;and space? Is a hole in my chest you stood on the edge of, looked down,&amp;nbsp;said that's where all the sunlight ever fell into and that&amp;nbsp;even the..</description>
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