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			<title>the last night of winter</title>
			<description>The last night ofwinterEarly evening&amp;rsquo;s damp icy breath seeps in through window&amp;rsquo;s narrowmouth She stretches, catlike, the length of the bare mattress and beckonsthe icy airTo replace the searing pain, so many blades attempting liberationfrom the latitude of her i..</description>
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			<title>passenger seat (we dance while we die)</title>
			<description>Weare Anexperiment gone awry, at bestabandonedby its once-doting designerAtworst, an accident, and no one knows we are here. Alone.Dying. Together.&amp;nbsp;Wedance to the tune of a funeral waltz, as we laugh and eat hors d&amp;rsquo;oeuvres, chortleevenaswe shove..</description>
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