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			<title>the night of, the morning after </title>
			<description>It's like driving stick shift On land that's hill-less And the cracks in your bones Can't be filled because Of hopelessness And soon, You wander around a city that's Life lit, a majestic Dismantled kind of perfectYou wake up, The fears of last night stillProminent on the ..</description>
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			<title>Monster Boy </title>
			<description>There was a boy Whose smile on his lips were just curved lines on his wrists And the voice in his head was twisted and drowning And there was a monster calling and creeping Who feasted on the bones of muffled urges and failed courage And stalked the boy when he was sleeping ..</description>
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