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			<title>Still</title>
			<description>Her </description>
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			<title>A Fight In The Summer Home Of E.</title>
			<description>I was going to kill myself. Then we fucked and fell asleep.</description>
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			<title>Air Ways</title>
			<description>A girl. A ghost. In my dark.Narrow hallway.So hollowNarrowed Air waysSo hard to swallow.Air waysThese old lungsAre hollowedA cavityA cavernOf unrest. She is the icy The frozenWinter coldHands thatHug my chest.As I'm falling asleep.She suffocates me in my bed.As ..</description>
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			<title>Tooth Fairy Epic Pt. 1</title>
			<description>I've been pulling my own teeth out just to lore you in.Ivory feathers feathers that when struck by sin, ring like chimes in the wind. You're ceramic. Your skin.It's 3 AM.Dead of summer and I can smell the ocean. She fills my bedroom with torment and desire.Spiral eyes..</description>
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			<title>Nervous System</title>
			<description>EVERY single nightmareOf your hips and your hairBleeds so fresh tonight!Your ribcage and tissueIn the air.   As the moon turns on the night.Skeletal systems are so rare.Your tongue and marrow In the air.                                           While your teeth give me lon..</description>
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			<title>Lovers Quarrel</title>
			<description>You're a liar. In your bones. Fucked up. Rotting. Alone.But I visit those bones. Sometimes bright beautiful sunshine.Sometimes dark sick skies.I'm sick .So sick.Of your bonesAnd their lies. Though you stillSay nothing. You never do.I should dig you up.And say it to what's l..</description>
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