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			<title>How Do I Love Thee (my version)</title>
			<description>the famous sonnets, like Elizabeth Berett Browning's, are always so convicted about their love... i don't think i can ever be so certain</description>
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			<title>WHEN-I-ESCAPED-LIT-LECTURE-ON-FULL-ANGST-MODE</title>
			<description>My blood in the bowl like crushed cherriesthankful to have bledI think of the times before minewhen women pray for the moon to never waneanticipating the return of dinner from the gut so muchthat when the burning dregs scorch up their throatsno one knows if it is the hand of godor one finger too des..</description>
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