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			<title>The Multicoloured Mermaid</title>
			<description>An Angela Carter inspired short story.</description>
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			<title>London</title>
			<description>This haven begins and ends far faraway from me. Its foundationspassionately dig into the all knowing and never changing ground,sinking deeper and deeper until its indefinitely anchored to exactlywhere it is desired to be. This haven does not sway, but standsresolute and confident, fully aw..</description>
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			<title>Hampton Court</title>
			<description>The irresistible loneliness of thered-brown bricks creates a strong colour-contrast with the greybleakness of English weather. The stubborn and gloating clouds swarmabove the the great sienna house, focusing precariously on it, asoblivious as the rest of nature. The clouds sprout from their ..</description>
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			<title>Decadent Heel</title>
			<description>Some dutifully wish for the quiet mind,I for the decadent heel,Where my ragged, underestimated highstread,Leave expectation behind in the greygravelDecadent adornments, yes, maybe, maybeBut the heel holds bland, untraveled,unseen.In any case, my mind shivers, it is notquiet,Ide..</description>
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			<title>Flower Bloom</title>
			<description>It's difficult; this life. But what isdifficult I cannot pinpoint with a relentless scream of silence andpearly tears. A right; do I even have one? The sickened souls aroundme, my dear bubbles of hearts, they glow with the energy of it, inmuch more trouble. And I soothe. I try to soothe. I f..</description>
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