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			<title>Curve</title>
			<description>This is a poem dedicated to my lovely wife.</description>
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			<title>Weaver</title>
			<description>I would hope this is a rather self-evident poem on surface level, though like us all, it has many layers.</description>
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			<title>The Shell</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote when I was around fourteen years old, after having seen something that I found ridiculous.  It is by far my oldest surviving poem, which still reveals itself to me.</description>
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