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			<title>061713</title>
			<description>Haunted by the old ghosts tonight, this came of it.</description>
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			<title>060113</title>
			<description>Stick around, Fair Weather.Hang around, Alien Neighbor.The water's warmer in the shallow end.Asking rhetorical questions, quick march.Rummaging through the script, hurry.Constantly splicing anagrams.The emotionally incontinent frothing at the mouth.Reacting before actio..</description>
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			<title>052313</title>
			<description>No drive.No reason to put up with all the s**t:the coats and ties and smiles,the advances and retreats,the inevitable embarrassment,cheeks hewn rosy with the weight of shame.Now, the tip of the c**k smells like an old jokeso forgotten from laughing lips,not even an echo..</description>
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