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			<title>Bathroom Tiles</title>
			<description>&quot;I can't take this. I force myself over the edge of the basin and lay, disposing cold water droplets off my pale gray, cold skin- on the black and white tiles of the bathroom floor.</description>
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			<title>The highest tide</title>
			<description>&quot;Hmm. nothing&quot; I smile toward the sun, up at the story-telling clouds we've made in the clear pink skylight.</description>
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			<title>In love with your Conversation</title>
			<description>Please, never stop talking. I'm afraid if you did I would realize that I do not love you.</description>
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