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			<title>Speculative Theories and Wild Beasts</title>
			<description>It was between those breaks&amp;nbsp;of dozens of cups&amp;nbsp;of coffeeand the short sentences&amp;nbsp;I learned well from Damien Rice and his honestyit was certainly betweenthat we found our fingers to fit, neatlyCeleste, I would have called herif only I had the words at handbut these sorts of things&amp;nbsp;f..</description>
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			<title>Of Loneliness</title>
			<description>Imagine this&amp;nbsp;in your fevered excursions of promiscuity &amp;nbsp;and wonder where&amp;nbsp;upon the colourless skin&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;an untouched Venusto wildly touchbut penetrated by the lights of the carousela china countenancesat dizzily in her teacupyou cannot bring yourself to just reach outand to lus..</description>
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			<title>In the Eager Eyes of the Young</title>
			<description>A little girl asked me,Are you wrinkled because somebody left you out in the sun,for far too long?I did not answer her,I just walked on...Heard her mother say,when she thought I was gone,He's wrinkled because he used to be an elephant,until surgeons decided to turn him into a human.That's why he has..</description>
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			<title>The Goldfish of my Making</title>
			<description>When I was nineteen,you made me feed your fish.I gained no experience in social decency,I will forever blame you for this.</description>
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			<title>Am I, Who?</title>
			<description>Who owns this heart,that bursts from it's restraints?Now cursed by a fleshless beating,she left... all that I gave.And from that I made my own way,I am new-found and autonomous,in a self liberating, understated,execution of living.It comes down to this...I will forget you all in the end,I will only ..</description>
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