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			<title>Bukowski</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Bukowski spoke to me in a dream;He said the truth can be a lie&amp;amp; there is beauty in slumming.So I quit my jobTo become a waitress,&amp;amp; I prayed for the salvation of sour alleysI prayed for a good rain to wash me cleanFor cigarette smoke to cleanse me like an Indian ceremony.I prayed to fin..</description>
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			<title>Life Unsustainable</title>
			<description>This week would be different. She took out her contacts and went to bed. In the morning she woke up at 6 am and contemplated breakfast. She had work to do, and she sat facing the glow of the computer as the anxiety took her. Her stomach turned into a void, Nietzsche&amp;rsquo;s abyss spitting out all of..</description>
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