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			<title>After Honey</title>
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			<title>September </title>
			<description>SeptemberAnd I wonderedbreathing slowlyto drink the airdown smooth.If these tomatoes on my sillwould ripenplump and juicybefore decaying spotstake over.Perhaps,before I even takea bite.</description>
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			<title>Guilford Avenue </title>
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			<title>A Common Ground </title>
			<description>I fall so gently for your focusyour illuminatedperplexed computer faceyour backlit halo&amp;nbsp;pushing in&amp;nbsp;Red neon spills to&amp;nbsp;bricked backgroundsinfused by jazz&amp;nbsp;so smooth and creamycups of coffeeI fall so swiftly for your stillness&amp;nbsp;your furr..</description>
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			<title>Storing Seconds </title>
			<description>and the moments&amp;nbsp;they just dance right bylike particles of dustthrough my curtainsleaking ambernot in linear travelbut flowinglike waterbreath to wind on waves&amp;nbsp;the way from a distanceit is all one lifeline&amp;nbsp;of foamy whitebut up closethere is..</description>
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