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			<title>Second</title>
			<description>Twolungs full of mud,&amp;nbsp;a throne of gold and navyGoing once One catacomb body,with a film of smutand eclectic sentiments to cover every cadaverous memory.Skin flicks of milk and waterprojecting down every swallowing passage,into every secret place.Going twiceOne lead..</description>
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			<title>Second</title>
			<description>Twolungs full of mud,&amp;nbsp;a throne of gold and navyGoing once One catacomb body,with a film of smutand eclectic sentiments to cover every cadaverous memory.Skin flicks of milk and waterprojecting down every swallowing passage,into every secret place.Going twiceOne lead..</description>
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			<title>Monday to Friday</title>
			<description>Receive me,into chest and evergreen wildernessI look on to the moon-brushed coastwinter licking polished stones,coming to rest under fingernails.This sleep,Counting nights unconscious,to the morning we build the house anew.Paper walls stretch thin,&amp;nbsp;I hear you plan.So thin, your body I picture,&amp;..</description>
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