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			<title>self portrait </title>
			<description>scars from trips and falls&amp;nbsp;experiments with gravity&amp;nbsp;puffy cheeks, tired eyes&amp;nbsp;curious eyes&amp;nbsp;inspired eyes&amp;nbsp;a face that changes like the shore&amp;nbsp;emotions that ripple over it, erasing the last&amp;nbsp;a scarred lip that cages words&amp;nbsp;the left arm with a heart&amp;nbsp;the pulse th..</description>
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			<title>an Argentine comparison</title>
			<description>you make me feel so boring.&amp;nbsp;what am I when compared to your exoticized hair and eyes and demeanor?&amp;nbsp;here I am, between two places. bland and exotic. black and white. black and south american.&amp;nbsp;there you are, fully south american but able to assimilate fully. and you are still exotic.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>dear mystery man</title>
			<description>A man I never knew. </description>
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			<title>Ode to Crunch Bar </title>
			<description>Just as the title says, of course. </description>
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			<title>Still</title>
			<description>I have never seen your eyes so pureSince the day you left meNever seen a smile so tight-lippedOr heard a voice with such convictionI could feel the planets between usBut you were so much like a statue and&amp;nbsp;Even my sobs could not produce sympathyYou laughed, and I deserved itIt&amp;rsquo;s time to go..</description>
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			<title>Summoned </title>
			<description>Looking outside my window,Gazing at the cloudless, periwinkle sky.Sun shining brightly,A ripe lemon on a sky blue tablecloth.Leaving spots in my vision.Abruptly, out the corner of my eye,I see a flash of red.A robin,Flying like a Corvette on an empty highway.Slowing down, now,&amp;nbsp;Landing on the br..</description>
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			<title>Lyrical in its Essence, Tragic in its Fate</title>
			<description>This is what I believe. </description>
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