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			<title>Anna Begins</title>
			<description>			Whenagainst peeling walls(yousmiled)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; likerash of knees scraped on pavement,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; crisscrossdrops of the&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; mistof your hair&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; brushedup on brick&amp;nbsp; &amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Saturday Night</title>
			<description>			Myfriends and I will throw a party in the basement,ahumming dusty milk-white flesh-warmspaceunder the ground of the building we live in.Ifyou follow its walls from one end to the otheryou'llfind that it's a sort of hallway connectingpartsof the building..</description>
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			<title>Birthday Balloons</title>
			<description>You sir, are not my enemy.&amp;nbsp;No, only there is time&amp;nbsp;the hanging strings of deflating birthday balloons&amp;nbsp;clinging to my hair&amp;nbsp;as fat puffs of helium paw at the ceiling waiting to be fed.&amp;nbsp;The dark irony of a deflating black celebrationspilling out of the closet.Slowly drifting out..</description>
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