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			<title>TEMPERA.</title>
			<description>TEMPERA.It begins withthin plastic movingto the heavy pantingof the windas the clouds gatherthe pieces of a dreamI can&amp;rsquo;t rememberI scratch awaythe black temperato reveal an imagethat already existsin an eternal&amp;nbsp;placein an eternal&amp;nbsp;timeI scratch myselfon the insideto carve out a moldth..</description>
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			<title>At the Spa</title>
			<description>It happened at the spa. </description>
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			<title>THE FULL LIFE.</title>
			<description>Life in all its fullness as experienced by a very twenty-first century, twenty-something heroin. </description>
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			<title>THE SALT PLAINS OF UYUNI. </title>
			<description>I cried for youFor days on endUntil my eyes couldn&amp;rsquo;t remembernot drowningAnd they sent out a doveTo find landAnd then I criedFor you and meUntil my tears dried upAnd my eyes were paleLike the salt plainsOf UyuniI cried becauseI needed toPut out the fireAnd now there is nothingBut wet ashesWith..</description>
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			<title>STOCK-STILL.</title>
			<description>push my flanksquell my rushput me inthe cattle crushthe thrustingof my fellow stockside to sidewe gently rockshut me downshow persistanceI am cravingsome&amp;nbsp;resistancepress me intoa strict positionI will rejectmy own volition&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t mindthe abattoirmy feet rememberrond de jambethey can..</description>
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