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			<title>famishment</title>
			<description>There are four walls in this room, bleed/twist/fuse-ing into the ceiling, and they constrict her.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She&amp;rsquo;s not quite sure what time it is. The hours have stopped falling to the floor, and the minutes have panted too much of their breath away. She&amp;rsquo;s counted 14208756&amp;nbsp;n..</description>
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			<title>A Thousand Links</title>
			<description>*Comments are appreciated and returned.*
A Thousand Links is one of my experimental poems.  It deals with facing death and fearing it, yet welcoming it at the same time.</description>
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