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			<title>A Note On The Docks</title>
			<description>I will not be forgotten.Sitting here I demand this, will myself not to be matched by insanity, to&amp;nbsp;not let doubt seep into my pores and crush my spirit. I will love and be loved, wholeheartedly understanding that pain will often come, but that pain will remind me of what it means to be alive, wh..</description>
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			<title>Leaving</title>
			<description>It was not a long conversation, for minds had already been made up. There was a boat leaving, and he wanted her to come with him.He stressed there was no time to waste, that he needed to leave as much as he needed her. They could get married he said, when they got there, start a life together; she h..</description>
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			<title>Just Friends Now</title>
			<description>I picked her up from the airport. I had insisted on it even though we were in this weird place, her getting up and leaving for weeks without a word the most obvious of indications.&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t know why I had even suggested it, but it came out in the midst of a rather awkward conversation, and..</description>
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