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			<title>haven in heaven</title>
			<description>Eerie ,Tempestuously hauntingbloodied corpse adorn mother earth's drabby bosompregnant by infanticidefed by the bigotry of zealotsbutchery and harlotrya trifle pastimeshallow love,hollow vowshuman mortality,a statistics of sacrifice,no haven in heavenA wedding of menAssemblage of conscienceEmpty, th..</description>
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			<title>Woo Woe</title>
			<description>Veiled intentSerpentine innuendoHer prowess proclaimIt was me she wooedEnsnaring tongue of firePoignant but a threat Yet, it was me she wooed&amp;nbsp; Her succulent lipsA sculptured pistolPiercing fangs,like proboscisMildly sunk, in my fleshsapping away my useful essence,beclouding my youthful innocenc..</description>
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			<title>Thoughts in Maria's Bossom</title>
			<description>The Tiger was a manbut men christened Him animaland so built him a cagethat ages not thinking they tame megracefully endowedcaptivating in captivityuntutored butcher,inbrednurtured treacheryunforgiving,his creedstupefied with deathblinded by reasonSmiling,applauding his savageryswelling, a weaned co..</description>
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			<title>Like You</title>
			<description>I was,but a virginuntil you poisoned meHow an outcaste I turned,yet I despiced you notcraving your animosityConeheads of our timeswhy was I not schooled?The approbation and callous braggadoyielded fields of fallen onesin delusion, we merry away in foolhardinessas we buy water to get drunkwe abhor an..</description>
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