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			<title>Glances</title>
			<description>What other word could be used to describeThe feeling when I lift my eyes upwardAnd findYours are right there&amp;nbsp;Meeting mine with quiet intensity&amp;nbsp;Meeting mine like a target acquired&amp;nbsp;Meeting mine like the flick of a switchWhat other word,&amp;nbsp;Besides magnetic?Such small glances&amp;nbsp;Such..</description>
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			<title>Salted Wound</title>
			<description>I just want to see itThe curl of your straw hairGrazing your collar at the nape of your neckNeck I've lovedOne night of love&amp;nbsp;I just want to see it&amp;nbsp;I just have to see you.We won't talk of politics&amp;nbsp;Or family or deathAnd you won't take me homeHome where we loved&amp;nbsp;Lips taking and givi..</description>
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			<title>April 2014</title>
			<description>Yesterday, for a brief instanceI caught the familiar scentOf pinesol and graphite and sunlightAnd the feelingOf ink-smudged fingers And I thought of that time.&amp;nbsp;That day when I satRestless With a sense of promised changeApproa..</description>
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