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			<title>Skipping Stones</title>
			<description>there is a sinking feeling in my chestevery time you stand on the bankwith your feet in the waterand my heart in your handbecause you get the sudden urgeto start skipping stonesagain</description>
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			<title>Metaphors</title>
			<description>all we are is cheapmetaphorsgoldfish drowning inthe ocean, birds that forget how toflap their wings, mid-flight</description>
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			<title>--</title>
			<description>my brain waves are choppy and fierce --I take a deep breath and submit to the undertow;it's amazing how still it all seemsfrom down here.where clarity is only two lungs filledwith water away.</description>
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			<title>Shell Game</title>
			<description>this new selflessis selfishI'm a hermit/crab (shell/fish)a shell gamewith selves switchedstill the sameshameful nerves twitchwords worthlessworth wordlesspitch perfect</description>
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			<title>Honesty</title>
			<description>I'm trying to be honest ,but I write so f*****g floweryit makes me sick.Rose scented stars and love.No.Her: helpless as a lamb.I want raw achingbone against boneexploring the exposed, nakedpoetry of her universe -(warm, celestial hands&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; forging sandcastle ribs..</description>
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