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			<title>Alessandra</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote from the viewpoint of a father talking to his young daughter. </description>
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			<title>You get the feeling of BEING A CHOCOLATE BAR</title>
			<description>You get the feeling of BEING A CHOCOLATE BAR. Someone eyesyou in a candy shop, picks you up without reading your label. Takes you home,bites into you and is met with bittersweet, instead of sweet-sweet. &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s like the chocolatebunnies from last Easter y..</description>
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			<title>Lighthouses</title>
			<description>Wash awayAll in a dayThese days on my island run together All the same Bleached white, Eaten stone, Lonely figureOn a stone box.All the same these days. In all ways The same. Because no matter if I illuminate, I still stay the s..</description>
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			<title>Mirror</title>
			<description>Like holding up a mirror so I can see my own reflectionLike a soldier in battle who suddenly gets a limb slicedoffLike a gun shot wound to an unsuspecting pedestrian Like a gun shot going off too early at a horse race Like a sword that pierces through to the..</description>
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			<title>Junk in Your Trunk</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I lost my heart today as I woke up and realized you weren&amp;rsquo;there. Realized you would never be here. Sang to myself as I drove down the street, the worn motorcycle helmet rolling and thumping around in mytrunk, like a dismembered head. It..</description>
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