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			<title>glimpses of your face</title>
			<description>Animals&amp;nbsp;parade around in the nude You are interested I know&amp;nbsp;Suspense came when Einstein hoped Now I want to tell you about the Monroe Doctrine fly between the two What do I mean when I say A strange ending invoking God's merciful naturedegrees of obscenity, she repliesAft..</description>
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			<title>Of a Richer Kind</title>
			<description>Today I woke up and thought I&amp;rsquo;d list the names of those men who act like grapes to me. I counted a total of 10. At eighteen I&amp;rsquo;ve slept with eleven men and can only remember the names of ten. Who knows how many more I&amp;rsquo;m missing or how many won&amp;rsquo;t remember my name when they li..</description>
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			<title>Stoic You...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Is there something wrong with this skin embroidered by the slaves and their Conquistadores Sticking to yours like an adhesiveStoic you&amp;nbsp;only your eyes dance and shall we dance further after I've already fallenfor you&amp;nbsp;for all of you who tumble like grapes rolling ..</description>
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			<title>Carrying A Memory</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;                                    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;            &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At 43, I carry the feeling of a small hand pressed against mine 17 years ago. I take this in the place of a secret, of a yearning, of an addiction, of a lie. Buried under the..</description>
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