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			<title>of barbeque sauce and poetry</title>
			<description>One of these days I&amp;rsquo;m gonna make myself painfully sicktrying to be a goddamn poetI&amp;rsquo;m gonna take every piece of poetic s**t I've ever writtenand throw them all into the barbeque grillnot just the final drafts and prints butevery idea and thought and revisionevery notebook and journal and ..</description>
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			<title>Pele's Fire</title>
			<description>Your lips are like Pele&amp;rsquo;s fire,The glowing red amber of a GoddessRevealing only a fiery touchOf the ever burning passionThat lies deep within youLike those of my blood before meMy blood is drawn to and for youDriving with desire through my veinsWanting to win your favor withThe gift of my mort..</description>
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			<title>Tells</title>
			<description>You tell me you fear nothingyet you sip your wine quicklywhen you have nowhere else to beYou tell me you fear nothingyet you light another cigaretteas your hands begin shiveringYou tell me you fear nothingyet you look at my lips impatientlywaiting for me to tell you somethingYou tell me you fear not..</description>
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			<title>Our Song</title>
			<description>Loving youis like singinga classic jazz tunein the haze of a faded spotlightafter the last drag of a borrowed cigarettethat weakens my heart and clouds my soul asI inhale fading memories and float on the high of my dreamsWith verses of you and I and the refrain of our nightsI sing with my voice laye..</description>
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			<title>Drink</title>
			<description>Because of usI blew the dust from my fingersafter sliding my hand across the counterto erase the empty spacewhere the bottle use to be</description>
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