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			<title>Love is a storm</title>
			<description>some day you'll meet a boy who will love you as i do and that love will scorch the breath from your lungs and bring you to your knees.his love will tear at your breast and dare the cold to touch the skin that he has claimed.his love will be a fierce thing.it will scream with bared teeth and red rimm..</description>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>i can feel you,&amp;nbsp;you know,lodged in there.your weight is throwing me&amp;nbsp;off&amp;nbsp;balance,&amp;nbsp;is there nowhere else you can be?my shadow isheavy&amp;nbsp;with you,&amp;nbsp;look how it&amp;nbsp;hunches&amp;nbsp;it's shoulders.maybe I could smoke you outas I walk&amp;nbsp;through the&amp;nbsp;park, cigarette in hand...</description>
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			<title>Summer Leaf</title>
			<description>i brought to you a leaf,the last green leaf of summer.hidden small within my hand,before the trees went under.i brought to you a leaf,the last green leaf of summer.keep it near, watch it close,it will not last forever.</description>
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			<title>My joints ache.</title>
			<description>My joints ache.They are cold and still,tired from lack of use.My joints ache to hold you,to enfold you into thecracks between&amp;nbsp;my bones.Between my bones there isspacewhere you would fit.My joints ache.Hunching, they arecrude in contrast,roughin comparison to your own.They creak and groanas they ..</description>
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			<title>Blueprint</title>
			<description>For let's be honest,I am too closeand too far away fromthe blueprint that youwish for.I know youinsideand outand so know that the boxes I tickare not the bones you want to hold.I know you to your soul and so know,unfailinglyand heart wrenchinglythat I willneverbe the one who you will wake besideand ..</description>
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