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			<title>Kisses</title>
			<description>I've kissed virtue like I've kissed vicebecause both taste wonderfulThe ugly thing about loveis that it does not discriminateEither I can love anyoneor I've yet to be in love at all</description>
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			<title>Selfish Love</title>
			<description>How selfish is lovethat when we wake with our allotted amountwe prefer to divide it and disperse it in the fewest possible piecesLove for the giveris easy to feelin chunksLove for the receiveris easy to feelin any amountToo often we love to loveLove can be consumed more efficiently&amp;nbsp;Love many, n..</description>
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			<title>Water</title>
			<description>We need waterto drown dissolve drain our reasonsto soak sift shed our dirtsto divide distance defend our culturesto splash stroke surf outside our skinsto drink divulge deconstruct inside our skins</description>
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			<title>Inanimate</title>
			<description>All animals have eyes,but man can see the most, so the world is what he decides. &amp;nbsp;I'm quite animate in reality, but man sees me as if I'm not,and therefore I am not as a formality.&amp;nbsp;I grow out of the groundto catch your attentionwhen it's directed dow..</description>
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			<title>Casy </title>
			<description>The tepid water, clear and still, broke like glass as he rose from thetub. He sent a glare to the exhausted brown eyes that were pinned on thefull-length mirror. It was reflecting well the pale clean body clothed only inthe water drops that clung. &amp;ldquo;What are you that cannot cry?&amp;rdquo..</description>
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