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			<title>Blessed are the Damned</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote after thinking about all the whacky episodes I've had with my relationships with people.</description>
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			<title>Faith</title>
			<description>            I never really believedin the importance of faithuntilI thought about how often peopledivulge their secretsto one another. We think it&amp;rsquo;s so interesting.After a few beers,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;rsquo;re willing,&amp;nbsp;and eager,&amp;nbsp;to let whatever shame,trouble, or madness we havejust spill fr..</description>
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			<title>Empty Bags; No Refills Bottles</title>
			<description>3:34 in the morningand I can already beginto feelthe come down.S**t,s**t,s**t.I ran out.I ran out of all ofit,and I&amp;rsquo;ll probably be up all nightlike this,cause I&amp;rsquo;m not tiredand I can&amp;rsquo;t go through thisaloneany other way.F**k.Just a little moreand I&amp;rsquo;d be able to sit backand forg..</description>
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			<title>Wool and Thunder</title>
			<description>            It was late one night,and I had some company.A pretty young girlthat I met a few weeks earlierwho laughed at most of my jokesand forgave the rest.It soon began to rainand instead of walking home in a downpour,she decided tostay the night.As the hours rolled onand the rhythmic shifts ..</description>
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			<title>The Nerve</title>
			<description>All the nerves that I thoughtI had cutare growing back again andI can feel them growing around my bonesand taking root deep inside my skin.They grow like weeds in the back of my eyesand their poison paints your portrait in my mind.They strangle my brainand revive the dead soundsof your laughterthat ..</description>
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			<title>Slay Your Monster</title>
			<description>Stand up andclean yourself off.Don&amp;rsquo;t waste your timewallowing in self pity.I&amp;rsquo;m not worth it.Instead,rearrange your feelingsfrom this heartache until they spell outa contempt you can clench your fistto.Take what iscatching your breathand choking tears out of yoursweet green eyesand tw..</description>
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