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			<title>breathe anew</title>
			<description>its been a while</description>
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			<title>december gifts</title>
			<description>swirling thoughtsand a revolution behind my eyes.the floating&amp;nbsp;white ice hits my faceand leaves a tear that isn't mine.&amp;nbsp;overcast cloudsleave the pavement slick.oh what&amp;nbsp;it would be slip:no control, no effort, no direction.&amp;nbsp;i leave a footprint.i leave another...</description>
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			<title>double barrel buckshot</title>
			<description>cold&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hotsteel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sun.uneasy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;angrytwitchy&amp;nbsp; feelingsfinger.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;linger.&amp;nbsp;sweat drips, eyes burnrope rips, stomach churnshands drawn, mouths cryhope is gone, someone dies.&amp;nbsp;d&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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