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			<title>In Dance- Thailand 2014</title>
			<description>man womanwhat are you but flesh&amp;nbsp;for the touching&amp;nbsp;skin in rapture&amp;nbsp;let there be music&amp;nbsp;between my thighs&amp;nbsp;womanhood dancing&amp;nbsp;the depths of me awakening only&amp;nbsp;to be swallowed wholeto be left alone under moonlightto steal to thieve all desire know..</description>
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			<title>As I may never hold a Child</title>
			<description>pine nuts and pumpkins line up&amp;nbsp;for the noseand the sun peaks through cloudsin playthe road ahead offers history madeto be mademeanwhile, when my heart beat comes&amp;nbsp;to, and endsmy lineage may only ever&amp;nbsp;continue,in the imagination of generations&amp;nbsp;unborn</description>
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			<title>something like</title>
			<description>I dared dive into his hazeland found myself&amp;nbsp;Swimming in his mind&amp;nbsp;Drowning in my thoughts&amp;nbsp;Exploring senses crashingtasting the scent of redGasping-controllost &amp;nbsp;-desperationfor-somethingIcan-graspwithoutslippingAnd then -&amp;nbsp;	fear dismissed	even hope r..</description>
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			<title>a conversation going noWhere</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;She had a habit of mixing her metaphors.&amp;nbsp;It drove me insane&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;, because I could never follow her trail of imagination, as it was ofteninterjectedwith rules (which as you know cannot be applied to the imagination),sometimes a farcical assumptio..</description>
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			<title>the Dream of Ideas (temporary title)</title>
			<description>&quot;i knew Ideas could speak, it was news to find out they could also dream&quot;</description>
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			<title>written promises</title>
			<description>when inspiration is hard to come by, and specially when you need it so desperately. </description>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>This has been and continues to be how i hope to approach all in life.  if there is one way to say hello and introduce myself, this is it. </description>
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