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			<title>The Climber Before the Mountain</title>
			<description>be-fore the climber makeshis arms praise god&amp;rsquo;s craggy face&amp;nbsp;breathes broken soilssandy shores and fertile sodsgrip and crack the stony earth&amp;nbsp;escape our lives&amp;rsquo; most holy dearthof height and man&amp;rsquo;s measur..</description>
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			<title>West Village Acid Trip</title>
			<description>Jangly janky angry smokinglocust morning shadow franklyfiltered golden earthly fuelwaking up not feeling rightpicking shattered idstuffing stuffed skullswalking, maybe ridme of my child's eyesand the last nightnumb gums crystal chandeliersantique apartments landscapeconstable's lamentsand tiny marbl..</description>
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			<title>Long Day's Lust or What Should Have Been</title>
			<description>When a man comes homewasteland he does roampull off his tiesilence his tomechild's wry smilehide wives' sly titheWhen a man comes homestinking of drinkingmind still loving,licking nightfall'sblood-tipped fingereyeballs droop, hair needs a combWhen men come homerooster combs slumphen egg-bone&amp;nbsp;ra..</description>
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			<title>To a Young Poet</title>
			<description>please, heed notsimply becausethis despotteaches flow and pauseto heads filled with strawspoetryof societybends to noneso, find your heartfind what you aughtand rebel, young oneand listen notbreak the syntaxscrew the grammaryou are not conventional, whyshould beyour words</description>
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			<title>Campe</title>
			<description>Often when I sit aloneadd, subtract, and multiplyyears to come and ask myselfwill it be enough?To live like the doctorginsberg, kerouacthink to myselfwho wants to live like Jack?fast and hardlife sans lardto fill it like them - visceral, evisceratewould it be enough?and to look backbeaming eyes thin..</description>
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			<title>We live at Home</title>
			<description>WaitWho said we didn't tryto fly, find our voiceTHE idea, the motivationwe stood hot summer street cornerswaving flags screaming, vote the nation!Generation this supposed to beinspiration thatcarried us on destined wingsbound to healthe domestic hic-cups of beermusic, a good mealon our platewhat we ..</description>
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