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			<title>Adoration </title>
			<description>I love to listen to the sound of his rough index finger against the course spine of the page as he reveals the nextI lay beside him lost in the softness of his well worn shirt against my cheek&amp;nbsp; conscious of my body&amp;rsquo;s shape beside himHappiness overwhelms me&amp;nbsp;His o..</description>
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			<title>Peach </title>
			<description>Outward, outward, outward again to the map in your room and the false promises you made to yourself in a caffeine stupor of overspending and mania denial&amp;nbsp;Then again in this space with an empty page and taunting curser flashing your defeat over and over again announcing so loud..</description>
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			<title>Sidewalk </title>
			<description>The regular cadence of my steps pick up again as I step past the predictable melted garbage on the sidewalk&amp;nbsp;Mindlessly stepping but only too sure not to dirty my shoes against the intruding trash whom had made it&amp;rsquo;s home thereand on I went arrogantly traipsing through a..</description>
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