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			<description>Rows and Rows of us,Shaking ourselves from crown to toeAs water droplets repaint the furniture.&amp;nbsp;Someone stands at the front,Too many undone buttons to be sensibleAnd too little hair to be youthful.&amp;nbsp;Our minds are like a pockm..</description>
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			<title>Tear</title>
			<description>Emotions when living oceans away from one's home.</description>
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			<title>Newly Preoccupied.</title>
			<description>Her eyes where cast to the side,While his eyebrows where raised.A hand moves to her crown,While surplus sleeve disturbs her hair.Sitting astride a pillow or an ocean,Their arms stretch for miles.The first movements started two days ago,But their minds are familiar fellows.Five months in Austria,Two ..</description>
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