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			<title>john doe</title>
			<description>you cannot put a name to&amp;nbsp;this face.try as you might to find familial clue,i remainelusive&amp;nbsp;til someone fronts to bailme out of cooler with name that fits the sin in skin and tailored corpse found floating belly upon surface of the local lake oh yesi am caucasion wi..</description>
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			<title>emerald night</title>
			<description>i walk&amp;nbsp;the emerald night,away from prying human sight.my kind tend to&amp;nbsp;churn my nerves.and so it's best i put such avoidableconcerns to rest,with quietude of interlude,through&amp;nbsp;blanket black,to star and moon.a barking dog is hardly heard.no children moan or adult sti..</description>
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			<title>it's not THAT strange when you think about it...</title>
			<description>click the hall light switch sixteen times.walk to the bathroom and wash my hands for sixteen seconds.go to the open window and shout sixteen obscenities to passing strangers.ring the pizza shop and order sixteen family size hawaiian pizzas.go back to the hall light switch and click it sixtee..</description>
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			<title>the carrots that i never ate...</title>
			<description>the chalkoutlinethat is my existencescrapes itsfingernailsdown a perennialblackboard.my shirt smellsof cordite.i threwthe murderweaponinto the same lakewhere constableonce painteda lovelylandscape.and once?(whilst there)i woke upwith a hairydogwho kn..</description>
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