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			<title>Somewhere Across</title>
			<description>The last night your breathing sang me to sleepand our limbs felt as if they were two great voidsconsuming each other in collision,only to separate like fractured continentsdrifting off into opposite sides of the earth,I regret not asking if you knew how hardmy heart was slamming through my chest&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>If love could bleed a different color, I wouldn't let her bleed at all</title>
			<description>The first time our eyes twined across the distanceseparating the heart in her from the hole in mine,I saw not a face, but a shadow looming in the streets of an apocalyptic scene.Her lips were pressed in a straight line as if she were keeping the&amp;nbsp;breath inside her mouth a secret.She was no moon,..</description>
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