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			<title>Electric Romance</title>
			<description>Electrified metal giants&amp;nbsp;Wading through fields&amp;nbsp;Phantoms on the windowsRacing to vanish&amp;nbsp;Dormant trucks lie in rowsLike sleeping bodiesBrooding diesel within&amp;nbsp;Bright specks smear the glassFireflies and street lampsAll cousins when the fleeing countryside&amp;nbsp;Lay behind themVulgar r..</description>
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			<title>A W***e</title>
			<description>To shout, to scream, to tear clothingSuch is the duty of the writerThe shouts and screams are muffled by patronizing pillowsThe torn clothing quickly dismissed and trampledAnd the smoke is lost in the cruel winddeluded and invisibleSuch is the bane of the writerTo scream until vocal chords callous o..</description>
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			<title>How Sweet it is to Feel</title>
			<description>How sweet it is to feelThe tobacco burning my lungs The crisp air tightening the skin around my bones The hard concrete under my curled toesThe sky crushing me on all sides The stars singe my hair The sun at my feet I spin in my glass bulb around And aroundBut oh ..</description>
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			<title>Painted Void</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The ads were ubiquitous in FGK6. Flashy posters carpeted the corridors, the walls beneath them long since forgotten. Square posters, floppy posters, faded posters, torn posters, neat well designed posters, and sloppily written posters. There are stories of what the corridors looked like be..</description>
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