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			<title>Velcro on my Lips</title>
			<description>Velcro on my Lips&amp;nbsp;Isee torture chambers in your eyes.Theyall have blood spattered walls.Isee guillotines, Pau de Araras, electric chairs;Isee flowers. Dead. Raped.Iknow why Rapunzel and her long braids didn&amp;rsquo;t survive in the end.NowI am worldly wise...</description>
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			<title>Godot</title>
			<description>Godot&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m in the mood for some obscure literature.Samuel Beckett&amp;rsquo;s &amp;ldquo;Waiting for Godot&amp;rdquo; or, perhaps,Antony Hopkins.To read something that does not make sense, rightaway,Which unravels itself gradually, like mummies inhorror films.I&amp;rsquo;ll s..</description>
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			<title>Just Jazz</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Just Jazz&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was cold and you cameand clothed me in your love; we dancedcheek to cheek,melting freezing meltingThe streets went blurrythe deserts went softthe sea stood stillthe lights spun around usstill we danceddanced to the moon..</description>
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