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			<title>The Days</title>
			<description>Remembering the parts of a whole</description>
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			<title>Curl Up</title>
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			<title>That, I think, is us</title>
			<description>I wrote this in a school building with a girl eating salad across from me in a too-hot building with music that didn't match how I felt, but it didn't matter. I was in my head, with you. Always. </description>
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