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			<title>To the birds</title>
			<description>In the hospital bed she looked small like a bird, and I wishI could think of a new way to put in but that&amp;rsquo;s all I could think at the time.That&amp;rsquo;s what stuck. Her legs were two bones pressed and tucked inward in agraceful arc, the way a kneeling weeping ..</description>
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			<title>For an overworked friend</title>
			<description>Do not regret the things that you did not find time to do,&amp;nbsp;that like untaken lovers through your open fingers flew.&amp;nbsp;They take great company joined in the ranks of others massed on the reverse side of the sifterand raise higher, through a chorus of unheard voices, the lone action that becam..</description>
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			<title>Sleep demon</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;If you are going to love me&amp;nbsp;you are going to have to love me for how I sleep&amp;nbsp;Tumultuous at bestTossing and turning covers it mildlyI'm a pounder of pads, a mattress mangler.&amp;nbsp;A whirlwind of body pillows and elbows thrownalive in dormancyEach nights a muffled fight on goose feathe..</description>
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			<title>Titanic regret</title>
			<description>Suffer my body and not my soul,the night so young as the day grows old. Frost nibbles away at my fingers and toesShed the old layers for the raw things below. &amp;nbsp;I was warned; I was warned, of this fate among sinners.Now deranged like a cat left o..</description>
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			<title>The Great Jounry draft #1</title>
			<description>It was as simple as that. My nextdoor neighbor, four years my inferior, looked up at me with wet eyes, standingover the run-down carcass of his dead dog, and he asked &amp;ldquo;Is it useless?&amp;rdquo;Itwas the way he said it. Like he looked at that dog and saw the an..</description>
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			<title>A Good Read</title>
			<description>You are my favorite bookCreased binding and musty smell of useMartin Eden learning how to learn&amp;nbsp;Quentin Compson trying not to check his watchOthers question this affair&amp;nbsp;cannot understand why I return to the folded pages when&amp;nbsp;There are so many painful excerpts thereThe worst of which a..</description>
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			<title>Cigarettes dumped me</title>
			<description>Pretend cigarettes broke up with you&amp;nbsp;When next you reach for match and tinderThat they had to move, found someone newThat cigarettes just didn't return your call.&amp;nbsp;Play like you pack played hackey-sack with your heartLeft a box of your things outside your doorPawned the ring you'd bought it..</description>
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			<title>Dido's Folly</title>
			<description>The Story hits the hardest that was unexpected most of all.The fire burns the brightest that was kindled off of quieted pyres.&amp;nbsp;I had buried my heart deep in coma&amp;rsquo;d slumberIt would not let me eat or breathe without feeling pangs ofpained disaster..</description>
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			<title>Celeb-oblation #2</title>
			<description>I wonderabout the quiet that came over the villagethat settled into manhattanthe moment Dylan Thomas feltsomething deep &amp;#2013266048;&quot; unseeable &amp;#2013266048;&quot; dark move inside himSomething that had not moved beforeI picture the N..</description>
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			<title>Celeb-oblation #1</title>
			<description>When I think of failingMy heart is the most disastrous of placesMy future sinking deeper deeper down into the windingworlwind of it allI think of young Walt DisneyHands wringing with delusioned sweatSitting on the train from New York to the WestN..</description>
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			<title>Haunting</title>
			<description>To be lifeless moving among the people, real peopleSilent as they speak&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isthat so unnoble?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tobounce off their vibratio..</description>
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