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			<title>N5 Near Home</title>
			<description>This sleepless, lilac-bruised sky -  Limoncello light&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;      and a mess of clouds. Shards and fluff. In that quiet, day-over, almost-dark,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking of you. Of a different night, heavy curtains, Yellowed streetlight on drowsy love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>If I told you</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve written out your name, in ink, a thousand times. And in my mind, traced the lines of your shoulders more. With eyes closed I&amp;rsquo;ve wished you close, your mouth all mine. If I told you, this, or another moment&amp;rsquo;s musing, would you see that if I could choose again, I would.</description>
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