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			<title>A Daughters Beast</title>
			<description>Kings carried off by crows, on through kingdoms beyond second seasons.A prince shifting from the bones, while leaving a world which pulls.A beast longing to stand on hinds, but before he can even speak, while the baby he let slip from his claws and jaws he waits behind forest trees.&amp;nbsp;A prostitut..</description>
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			<title>The Kept</title>
			<description>She held my hand and I held hers, while we followed the sunlight through a small opening leading into the Pan Forest. We danced beneath the forest trees and she twirled with the autumn leaves; leaving red crunchy leafs in her auburn hair. Her name was Sarah, she was so beautiful; she had auburn hair..</description>
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			<title>The Scarecrow's Sin</title>
			<description>They had my sister read the stars and race her finger down the edge of an old family letter opener to introduce her willing drops of blood into a small glass vile. It was filled to the brim; no drop was to be wasted. After taking the vile of blood, my family would walk beneath the uneasy breath of t..</description>
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