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			<title>the wound of the devil's daughter</title>
			<description>I saw God last night.&amp;nbsp; No wish to be flippant or unimpressed.&amp;nbsp; It was coming.&amp;nbsp; &quot;You are where you are because that's where you want to be.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He took pity.&amp;nbsp; Pity on stage comes as a tilt or ritual tactile motions, but God will never learn to knock.&amp;nbsp; What does he look lik..</description>
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			<title>the church on meadow road</title>
			<description>church angst before i knew what angst meant.</description>
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