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			<title>LOVE HANDLES</title>
			<description>soft and plumpthese lump of love.lay your hands on them...and not a gentle glide.succulently it'll tickle-...tickle not a bone-...but a spine......and smoothlythe sensationcould bejust above the lime.soft and plumpthese are,my love.and i wish u'd be gentlewith them,my love</description>
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			<title>to Mr. Id</title>
			<description>DEAR MR. ID&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am your ego, and this is to inform you thatyou had been in the very wrong track right from the very start. I mean evenbefore you have had a relationship with that Shane LLabore whom you think youreally love so much. Now let us analyze things out. Firstly, the b..</description>
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			<title>DREAM ANALYSIS</title>
			<description>13th Friday March 2015&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night I slept at half past eleven in theevening. Without any interruption in my sleep, my own consciousness had awakenedme at exactly ten after five. And just like before, I happen to have a dreamsequence which I deem to be worth- framing for ..</description>
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			<title>COLESLAW</title>
			<description>will you be my coleslawwill you be, mom?will you let me have the smell of the greens?will you carry me in your arms again?&amp;nbsp;oh, it&amp;rsquo;s pretty cold and&amp;nbsp; rainypretty messy in my mouth, momi eat all alone now, and I weep for you are gone.&amp;nbsp;i prom..</description>
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			<title>Freia Cassandra</title>
			<description>an epistle to my daughter's complea&amp;ntilde;o
written during the tempest of december 07, 2015</description>
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