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			<title>Glasses</title>
			<description>Sometimes I feel as though I have nothing to offer except witty retort a painted face a mouth that still whispers his name a vodka soaked heart and a wine stained soul And a body that shivers at the slightest touch because my body can&amp;rsquo;t forget what my mind can my skin s..</description>
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