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			<title>You Are What You Love, Not What Loves You</title>
			<description>I'd spent so much timewriting,writing&amp;nbsp;about fire and passion&amp;nbsp;and aboutwhat I wanted to&amp;nbsp;doand who I wanted tobecome.And then,I realized:Why play with firewhen you can&amp;nbsp;become&amp;nbsp;it?</description>
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			<title>Death of a Twenty Year Old</title>
			<description>This is likely the only piece of non-fiction I will ever produce. </description>
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			<title>Vomit</title>
			<description>1.&amp;nbsp; Rottingin neglect, you are the backlash of vomit on the desk&amp;rsquo;s underbelly.2.&amp;nbsp; Ifonly regurgitation had a tongue,&amp;nbsp;it might risk the gauntlet of my cheekbones.3.&amp;nbsp; Theamphibian in an orphaned autumn&amp;rsquo;s mason jar shrieks reproach and slices myshrine..</description>
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			<title>Ode to Something Dead</title>
			<description>A note to the reader of my little work that is no longer solittle: remember that as far as you will ever know, what your mind is about tohold is fictitious literature.&amp;nbsp;In fact, ..</description>
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