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			<title>You're Not Alone</title>
			<description>You wake up, bad dream, he heard you scream,his arms wrap tight,no more fear tonight.Beneath the sheets,your heart, he keeps.Soft linen to the touch,you&amp;rsquo;ve been through enough.He knows why you&amp;rsquo;re scared,because he was there,..</description>
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			<title>Un-Divorce</title>
			<description>A couple who just can't seem to get divorced. </description>
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			<title>Self-containment</title>
			<description>Is anyone able to be completely self-contained?</description>
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			<title>The Aftermath</title>
			<description>A sort-of continuation on from one of my previous poems, Blood Money.</description>
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			<title>It Is Morning</title>
			<description>In thebeginning there is nothing,ascreation has not had it&amp;rsquo;s wake. We risebefore the crisp of dew, greatfully,beforeour feet have a chance to plunge into the dampness,thegrass is still dry. &amp;nbsp;His handwithin mine is snug,..</description>
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			<title>I Found A Man</title>
			<description>I found a man,of inordinate exposition.Skin taught and immutable against his ribs,forged of iron; sheathed in gold.Stomach concave with the ache of harshtoil,plastered in silver, capital of the class.His heirlooms the recreation of scars,..</description>
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			<title>Blood Money</title>
			<description>Blood money, love money,This diamond ring has lost all its shine,funny,I thought this love would last but it&amp;rsquo;sgone honey,He doesn&amp;rsquo;t want the truth now, does he?&amp;nbsp;I can&amp;rsquo;t count all the promises that hehasn&amp;rsquo;t kept,..</description>
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