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			<title>Absence of Words</title>
			<description>Do you think my quiet is a signThat the honeymoon is over?That the blush is off the rose?Ah, nothing is further from the truthThinking of you makes my heart singI thrum like a live wire, voltage highMy body craves you like food or drinkTasting you when you aren't hereLuscious flavors ripened on your..</description>
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			<title>On the Peak</title>
			<description>I've stood there too, in rare airCold wind blowing hard, bitingA pinnacle on the roof of the worldEarth stretches out in all directionsPossibilities, but also choicesEndless, infinite directionsBut there's the balk, the hesitationWhich direction is right, true?How must I go knowing what I must do?Do..</description>
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			<title>Birthday Cake</title>
			<description>Happy birthday to meBake me in your ovenMelt the butter in meScorch me lightlyStick a toothpick in meI'm doneMix up your luscious frostingTurn it over and overUntil little waves freezeIn it like ancient oceansScoop it out gently Throw dollops ontoStill steaming layersOh yes, write my nameHold that f..</description>
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			<title>Chalkboard</title>
			<description>By firelight and in the nightWe battle to the deathYou armed with sarcasmToo much insight into My woundsMe with intellectualPuzzles and playEven a dull knife canCut when used rightAnd I know how to Make you bleedOn through the nightTit for tat, quid pro quoNeither giving quarterShouting over topOf e..</description>
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			<title>Stretchy</title>
			<description>Wrap around me likeOne of your hairbandsPress deep into my fleshCut my blood offSo when I finallyGet you offTingles run through mePins and needlesSlide over me likeA cool, Egyptian cotton sheetTangle me upHide me from the lightSo when I finallyGet you offI have sheet wrinklesAll over meGet inside me..</description>
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			<title>Twenty-Ten</title>
			<description>The dance floor was full of gyrating bodies. Iwas getting bored watching Jim out there, surrounded by buxom women, while Istood on the sidelines.&amp;nbsp; This wasn&amp;rsquo;t mykind of scene at all.Jim&amp;rsquo;s voice could be clearly heard over themusic and his bevy of bimbos.&amp;nbsp; But he..</description>
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