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			<title>November 5th</title>
			<description>the brightest fireworks I&amp;rsquo;ve ever seenwere the ones you showed mewhen you first kissed me.I opened my eyesto the most brilliant displayof redand blueand greenwhere your eyesshould have been.</description>
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			<title>Human Beach</title>
			<description>and suddenly I realised.we are on a beachtiny grains of sandsurrounded by othersjust like us</description>
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			<title>Falling in Love on the Bus Stop</title>
			<description>Silence enveloped them, although he was sure he could hearher heartbeat. Slow and steady. Almost calm. Calm&amp;hellip; Like the wind meanderingthrough the messy strands of brunette covering her head. Her widening eyesscoured the book laid out in her lap, and he realised that the corners of hi..</description>
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