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			<title>crushed things</title>
			<description>really i know a good martini when i taste it</description>
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			<title>A Stone Cold Chestnut St. Waltz</title>
			<description>I hope you fly my sparrows. From my mind into time.There was a timewhen I was withoutBut then came a daywhen my hands were fullof your black hairand my eyes sawyour frecklesyour bones protrudingin a delicate cagebut now thereis only a memoryof you writhingand one of youdo..</description>
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			<title>Subtle Attempt</title>
			<description>something I felt while being superior. You would recognize it if you ever felt that way.</description>
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			<title>High on Cocaine Considering a Spider</title>
			<description>A socket is flimsy, joints will snap. A heart is muscle, bones can crack.</description>
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			<title>The Gutter</title>
			<description>A heartwarming description of life.</description>
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			<title>Superficial and Modest</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;it's been goodA long time I knowEven if I wanted to,It's almost as If I don't.Something lurches and stifles my voice as it sees you leave and makes no choice to pursue you.&amp;nbsp;I just watched you go.And I tell myself I've already run that show.What you are doing is behaving like..</description>
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			<title>No fans</title>
			<description>there was a blonde haired girl in my class and she was pretty with her wavy hair and freckles and small string of pearls teeth. she was usually late, and always loud, brazenly stating her opinions. i don't think i liked her from the second i saw her. i didn't talk much to anyone around me.&amp;nbsp;it..</description>
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			<title>Trib to WS (AKA TWO DAYS IN FLORIDA)</title>
			<description>a coconut husk in the hull of a wooden ship,is how life goes on.Is it its knocking, forged by swells that were forged by something elseall that affects me?&amp;nbsp;How am I supposed to tell? Where do I file this complaint?Asking questions has become a game show.&amp;nbsp;Later on I passed by a ..</description>
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			<title>Trib to Bu</title>
			<description>today i decided to drink till i got sickit came to me about 7pm while taking a dumpi would suck down the beers and the cigarettesand ask people about the fourth dimensionmaybe the idea hit me earlierwhile eating some corned beef hash-with wood paneling at a depressing dinerbeing served..</description>
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