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			<title>Coffin</title>
			<description>Tied by invisible thread&amp;nbsp;Cuffed at the wrist&amp;nbsp;And placed in diamond&amp;nbsp;shaped pyramid&amp;nbsp;we resided in tomb&amp;nbsp;wrapped in tarnished bed sheets&amp;nbsp;chest on chest&amp;nbsp;as time ticks&amp;nbsp;we rot and dissolve&amp;nbsp;as hearts fade to one&amp;nbsp;then none.&amp;nbsp;maggots feed as we&amp;nbsp;enter ..</description>
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			<title>Hopeful Remorse</title>
			<description>I remember the first time I saw youYou walked into the room with your obtrusive tardiness&amp;nbsp;Your blatant disrespect for punctuality&amp;nbsp;Yet within these vices there was an alluringly captivating quality&amp;nbsp;To the movement of your body as you zigzagged through the aisles&amp;nbsp;And I remember the..</description>
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			<title>Hermit</title>
			<description>I see no purposeIn going outside&amp;nbsp;To the lying and deceivingThe yelling and the crimes&amp;nbsp;I prefer to sit here, insidemy head resting on airplane cover pillow&amp;nbsp;were I remain in my imaginationmy naivety, where the sun is pinkand the grass is blue&amp;nbsp;where others laugh and smile and speako..</description>
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			<title>Heads or Tail </title>
			<description>it was then&amp;nbsp;standing&amp;nbsp;at the precipice of the stop&amp;nbsp;that we leaned over the edge of a curb.&amp;nbsp;And before the steps were taken&amp;nbsp;I could see my reflection in stream&amp;nbsp;the constant motion, timeup hill you&amp;rsquo;d see the&amp;nbsp;spots where the rain fellwhere we hurt.&amp;nbsp;We wonder..</description>
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			<title>J a c</title>
			<description>My heart beats yours&amp;nbsp;on ever hour, on ever day&amp;nbsp;it weeps, yearns, and leaps&amp;nbsp;at the sound of your name&amp;nbsp;such a common melody.&amp;nbsp;But when whispered gently&amp;nbsp;its commonness just fades&amp;nbsp;into an arrow&amp;nbsp;that when strikes the object&amp;nbsp;that must been struck&amp;nbsp;it wakes o..</description>
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			<title>The Letter</title>
			<description>The letter&amp;nbsp;arrived today in its manila envelop&amp;nbsp;and the air was heavy and tiresome&amp;nbsp;and I could feel the coldness coming&amp;nbsp;from the small window not to far from the doors end.&amp;nbsp;It whispered that stifling shivering whisper&amp;nbsp;the one that sends chills through your bones&amp;nbsp;&amp;ld..</description>
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			<title>Seconds </title>
			<description>SecondsI've tasted many dishes from fine dining to pocket money. I've tasted wines of ridiculous value and drank from kegs of suburban house party. I&amp;rsquo;ve used toothpicks to pick the dirt from the cranks between teeth. I&amp;rsquo;ve washed my mouth with minty fresh drink. And as time ticks I find m..</description>
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			<title>heaven without a god </title>
			<description>heaven without a godI never asked for this&amp;nbsp;I never wanted to walk along the lines of skepticismTo argue your words and fight for your name&amp;nbsp;Wondering where he has gone?&amp;nbsp;What he is doing?&amp;nbsp;Why?&amp;nbsp;I use to ask if you&amp;rsquo;ll return to share a bedtime story&amp;nbsp;He no longer exist..</description>
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			<title>Two Towels Imitation Poem Victor Hernandez Cruz </title>
			<description>Two Towels were left in a bathroom all alonethey sat on different racksin this solitude they started talking to each othermy skin is ugly and full of muckthe fat hairy man who uses me is of disgustI have seen things in corners and in cracksI have seen privates that I regret having tapedThe sweat of ..</description>
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			<title>Mrs. G from English B</title>
			<description>The instructor said,&amp;nbsp;Go home and think of me&amp;nbsp;before bed tonight.&amp;nbsp;And let boy hood come out of you---Then, it will be true.&amp;nbsp;I wonder if it&amp;rsquo;s that simple?&amp;nbsp;I am twenty-two, student, born in JerseyI had my first affair there, then another, then here&amp;nbsp;In this college on..</description>
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			<title>Thoughts of a Toy</title>
			<description>Sometimes I wonder why you made mewhy you toyWith the arms, legs, pulling and throwingA childBut have you ever paused to wonder what I amHave paused to wonder whether or not I was theCowboy shooting space man, orThe Bunny super heroHave paused to wonder if my plastic&amp;hellip;.&amp;nbsp;On the bottom of m..</description>
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			<title>Love Logic </title>
			<description>To rationalize the irrational is a pointless&amp;nbsp;endeavor&amp;nbsp;that cannot be accomplished.&amp;nbsp;LOGIC, love&amp;nbsp;{Falsified&amp;nbsp;information, Data&amp;nbsp;encryption,&amp;nbsp;minuscule alteration&amp;nbsp;ERROR, ERROR, ERROR&amp;nbsp;Shutting shutters,&amp;nbsp;reestablishing emotional&amp;nbsp;CircuitryPlease wait; Re..</description>
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