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			<title>Elusive Tartlet</title>
			<description>Scantly clad in the middle of the night the elusive&amp;nbsp;tartlet&amp;nbsp;takes flight. She binds her hands around a son&amp;rsquo;s, pursuing ill-willed determination &amp;#2013266048;&quot; dancing in dark snow along the forested streets. Drenched in red, wine flows from mouth to mouth, inhaling sharply, dark lung..</description>
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			<title>Seacret</title>
			<description>I love you like the oceanSalty deposits in motionAs I absorb your beautyMy eyes burn with fiery ambitionUncontrollable creature of the seaWhimsical soul,Untouchable and standing freeStretched out across the shoalAlways bare so we can seeYou ebbing further with the moonLeave me here so I can always s..</description>
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			<title>Le Don de Vol</title>
			<description>Have an&amp;nbsp;admissible&amp;nbsp;nightto &amp;lsquo;free&amp;rsquo; conformists of national plight.feeding roots with cultivation,appendages for mass observation.Upper crust&amp;rsquo;s pronuclear thrust.Giving way to the next generation.&amp;nbsp;The modern family;masses seeing in moderation.&amp;nbsp;Feeding without symp..</description>
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			<title>Dreams of a World Since Destroyed</title>
			<description>This is a representation of a dream I actually had a few nights ago. I have always had a respectable streak of admiration for wolves and the natural world, this story encompasses these emotions. </description>
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