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			<title>THE STORMY DAY</title>
			<description>THE STORMY DAYAwoken by&amp;nbsp;Rumbling in the&amp;nbsp;Deep distanceShallow waters subside and&amp;nbsp;Gliding across white wakesMakes for the sanctuary,A distant glimmer in the&amp;nbsp;Heart of the storm bird.Building and gathering,&amp;nbsp;The mind on the shore&amp;nbsp;Busies itself and&amp;nbsp;Attempt numerous thing..</description>
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			<title>MORNING BONES</title>
			<description>MORNING BONESThis bed,This deep deep lakeDredge my bones from&amp;nbsp;The murky depthsWhere&amp;rsquo;s my head?The diver reaches outThrough dark silted waterFinds something akinTo its former formAssembles it on the edgeThis is the way it would have beenThe experts agree and walk ..</description>
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			<title>HOW COULD WE?</title>
			<description>HOW COULD WE?We did it.We turned and ran.We saw the devilIn disguise and&amp;nbsp;Ran.I stopped and looked backAnd saw my heart&amp;nbsp;Broken and blue and&amp;nbsp;Stone held true.Your lovely bonesResting on&amp;nbsp;Silken stone,And the howl&amp;nbsp;Of the nightPitched against&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>HIDDEN PLACES</title>
			<description>Hidden PlacesThere are parts of me&amp;nbsp;Rotting and wedgedIn dark hidden placesIn between sliding flesh and the fabric of meI have some removedPulled out with a terrifying crunchA painful snap and a tugI weep over these lost parts&amp;nbsp;Like a lover that&amp;nbsp;could never loveAnd..</description>
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			<title>THE WHITE ONE</title>
			<description>THE WHITE ONEMy eyes&amp;nbsp;See not the roomOnly a white faded you&amp;nbsp;Waiting,Silently,Like snow white owl&amp;nbsp;With eyes alight.&amp;nbsp;You are already here,I&amp;rsquo;m just waiting your arrival.&amp;nbsp;Take me in your talons and devour me,Tear my heart out and make it your flesh,I&amp;..</description>
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