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			<title>From the beginning,</title>
			<description>It started with a chair,a blue, secondhand, beer stained lazy boy.it made root in front of his white blinds dressedin dust.it started with the way he looked at me. it stared with the way his origami bones laidpeace to my folding mind. &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Three hundred and sixty-two</title>
			<description>calories in the cobb salad she ate this morning.Blinking down at the brown coffee mug in front of her containing Costa Rican roast she&amp;rsquo;s already regretting the vinegar dressing she had onthe side. Aggressively she peals away the paint at the ..</description>
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			<title>I have an obsession with lips</title>
			<description>Ifind it disturbing the way they candevouranything whole.&amp;nbsp;That&amp;rsquo;swhat I need,todevour you entirely.Ithought about crawlingintoyour rough, olive skin,butskin sheds ever so often,andI want forever.Orat le..</description>
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