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			<title>Disinfectant </title>
			<description>we were fated&amp;nbsp;star-crossed loverswith a twistover iceno, I forgot you liked it neatexcept when you made the messthen the mess lay where it landedI wasn't to touch, disturb&amp;nbsp;in case I destroyed the ruinsyou were my Romeothe Montagues, the Capulets and the Apothecaryyou were not without your ..</description>
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			<title>Bone Reaper</title>
			<description>where do you bury your bonesbecause bury them you mustthe backyard way too obviousplain-sight stinks the place upwhere do you bury your bonesthe cemetery &amp;nbsp; a good golf game spoiledentombment undonethe dark woods&amp;nbsp;likeminded beasts can't resistthe stench of decaying musk&amp;nbsp;where do you bu..</description>
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			<title>Spider</title>
			<description>upon ethereal strandsnot one can master&amp;nbsp;can fail to get lostbecome entangled&amp;nbsp;surrender the struggle&amp;nbsp;infinite intricacy&amp;nbsp;is not to be figuredis not to be controlledcannot be eluded, escaped fromtread out onto the abysshere lies endless fabricit lies not &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;in the illusion..</description>
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			<title>In the rippled sublime</title>
			<description>iced sweetnessslices of paincold fusionwelded, wieldedshards of titillationsharpened to needlescutting one's teethfrom vanilla to rippleserrated pleasurefeels good&amp;nbsp;when the pain stopsno need to bear&amp;nbsp;the cracked-spineof the thaw, the softnessof a permanent meltno need &amp;hellip; no needjust s..</description>
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			<title>Never Be</title>
			<description>Never Be				I know we can never be				The odds are against us				The cards would never play out				Skulls and cups of sorrow				Oceans of time				Prairies to pass				Mountains to disassemble				But still, when you write me a poem				The stars override the cards				And in that moment, we exist				The..</description>
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