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			<title>Slow suffocation in front of the mirror</title>
			<description>staring into her reflectionshe sits ponderingthe imperfections of lifeas she slowly drownsin long dead dreams&amp;amp; forgotten momentsof bruised &amp;amp; battered loveshe knows every wrinkleon her facehas a poemburied deep within it&amp;amp; each weary morningshe covers all the crackswith cheap make-upso the..</description>
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			<title>Dinner with Donne &amp; Shakespeare</title>
			<description>around every cornerdeath lurks&amp;nbsp;unwantedwaitingwaitingpatienceis a virtuefor timestands stillfor no man&amp;amp;the bell alwaystolls for theewhilein reflection we&amp;nbsp;hope&amp;amp;hidewaitingwaitingis it worth&amp;nbsp;the effortis it worththe painas time&amp;nbsp;slips slowly by&amp;amp;bones begintheir endlessac..</description>
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			<title>Picnic in the park</title>
			<description>carrying stones of lonelinessin her cheap Woolworth&amp;rsquo;shandbag&amp;nbsp;she stumbles&amp;amp;staggers frompark benchtopark benchsearching for meaning...for a future...for something remotelyrelated to love&amp;amp;friendshipby the small&amp;nbsp;pondshe sees Jesus treadingwater&amp;nbsp;while holy humansthrow prayer..</description>
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			<title>You know you had it coming</title>
			<description>I was watchingyou stareinto your coffeewith the blackpools of timedrawing youinto the memoriesthat stillhaunt youlost longingsre-emergingpulling stringsof revenge&amp;amp;resentmentto the surfacewherethey&amp;nbsp;findno freedomwhen it allcomes&amp;nbsp;backandeverything'ssaid &amp;amp; donethere's onlyoneperson yo..</description>
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