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			<title>oh, lover</title>
			<description>lover, your lips tastelike broken glass;your fingertips feelof a thousand splendid sunsexploding all at onceand your eyes--oh god--&amp;nbsp;your eyes look&amp;nbsp;like starting overlike a new daythey look like letting golike moving past every missed chanceand broken..</description>
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			<title>Autumn </title>
			<description>winter rushed the earth demanding to be felt with a shiver and a shudderand ice that didn't melt until, that is, spring came along and tapped him on the shoulder &quot;excuse me, mr. Winter, sirbut you can't get much colderfor the flowers in the meadows would quite like to bloomso if ..</description>
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