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			<title>two is the loneliest number</title>
			<description>key'd up for a quick competition.</description>
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			<title>the day after tomorrow</title>
			<description>the day after tomorrowthe oceans rise and lightning fallscreating a personal apacolypsemy emotions tide to frightening squallscrashing to my soul and its rotting brickslet me wallow in this enigma,the one that the past presents.submerged, hands grasping for life....the opportunities pass on by, and ..</description>
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			<title>a grievance of a snow angel</title>
			<description>. . .a grievance of a snow angela childhood memory....We carved demons in the snow together; on a tent of angels.Bent the pinwheel that twirled the water of the axis it dangled.Turned it adjacent left and let the sun slaughter the masses.&amp;hellip;and we sleep, we slept, and we slumbered&amp;hellip;&amp;helli..</description>
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			<title>submerged</title>
			<description>submerged</description>
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			<title>dublin babies</title>
			<description>collaboration with a fellow poet named Vulgar.</description>
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			<title>untitled stress</title>
			<description>&quot;I hate victims who respect their executioners.&quot; - Jean-Paul SartreRotatin' in orbit, euphoria off wit a tilt in my axis, before so...let's quilt in the thatches &amp;nbsp;with all the will and the facts kid..&amp;nbsp;let's examine a conscience with all the guilt and its package...Match this;&amp;nbs..</description>
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