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			<title>separation</title>
			<description>i should have been born a fly so i could perch inside the plush of your curtains and buzz you to sleep. i could fly and follow you wherever you go and hide underneath a layer of your strawberry blonde hair. but you would never kiss me so i take it all back.in fact, i would love to be molecules o..</description>
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			<title>Instructions on How to Focus on a Rainy Day</title>
			<description>1. Get in your car. Put the key in the ignition. Go to the gas station. The one that is close enough to your daughter&amp;rsquo;s dance school so as not to be late when on your way back. Stare down the girl in front of you buying a grape Cigarello to pack some weed in then buy a pack of cigarettes when ..</description>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>I met her on the stairs everyday for the past three months. She has no idea I took this way by accident once, fell in love, and made it a point to go out of my way every Monday and Wednesday just to love her with my eyes. This insatiable five seconds of pure ecstasy was not enough. The semester was ..</description>
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			<title>dog to kennel</title>
			<description>i get locked up everydaywell mostly everydayand though it&amp;rsquo;s not a 9 to 5it&amp;rsquo;s still shift work nonethelessthe master controls when i come inand when i leavewhen i eatwhen i pee and pooi dare not make a whimperwithout the master&amp;rsquo;s consentand if i misbehavethen t..</description>
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			<title>all in a good mornings sleep</title>
			<description>my brother&amp;rsquo;s legsstill showing signs of baby fatjiggled down the stairs.he constructed a towering artworkof reds, blues, and yellows.clutching the tinker toyshe tiptoedtoward the just waxed kitchen floor.mother in the laundry roomslammed the dryer door.his legs like the eng..</description>
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