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			<title>maybe it was just the night</title>
			<description>i held him closeand said look, i am an open book. but he read me as though&amp;nbsp;i were written in brailleand either he was really blind&amp;nbsp;or just afraid to see, but he failed to find a single word-yet he dragged his dirty fingers&amp;nbsp;all over me.</description>
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			<title>no one ever counts the blood in as part of the bargain</title>
			<description>ever since i gave youmy addressi've been gettingweekly airmail packagesin plain brown boxesmarked handle with carefilled with your oldskin neatly folded and tightly boundi unpack each onegentlyplace in the samedrawers withdried flowers from mymany birthdaysa..</description>
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			<title>one for michael</title>
			<description>michael, i don't know where to begin&amp;nbsp;somewhere between your pills and my love for himand the years that parted our summerswe became strangersand now the days are melting mid winter and i begin to remember who we once could have been although we couldn'thave&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>stocks go up, stockings down</title>
			<description>there are no more walls that need rearrangingand the exhibitions are all open to the public&amp;nbsp;you examine a conversation piece and check the price tag while giving me one of those knowing superior looks and i guilt trip over my shoelaces letting the uncashed checks slip ou..</description>
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