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			<description>The character faces her conscious mind's curiosity about unconsciousness and death.</description>
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			<title>Monday</title>
			<description>I hate Mondays.This is how I feel about Mondays when I write.Once uponjalfnjhfklbhv kjlbdfnjksa;lbvjnfklgiwlrntkbl;kx;bnkxnjvkl vbknwlrgbnjv;wnxl;emkl,zTghhailbjlbrjflsjn;gnj;engjnmkbsbhueietourbfvjicnkmxnvghfdjeskmdxcnvdnjfceil.bwhjbvcjfbnjgvkbghvklefbnvghijslrjntfv;aieruotwhug492h8phgfncji</description>
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			<title>Blue in the Face</title>
			<description>The devil&amp;rsquo;s in my neck.Everything I hear is overviolined,even the wind, even the wind.It&amp;rsquo;s like walking in nurdles up to my chest,squeaky and slow.It&amp;rsquo;s spring, the blooming branchesnearly hide the many dead ones.A squirrel, digging for a nut, upends my frailtomato plant and failsto..</description>
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			<title>Decadence</title>
			<description>DECADENCEFirst, the stingin your nose.Then in your eyes,a furnace flaredTo hollowyour face.Flies aboveyour empty sockets.Maggots made your skin split.Another cow diesfrom breathingas you swallowedfrom the same air.How many days beforeit wintered you grayin this wilderness turnedMakeshift-graveyard.H..</description>
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			<title>Calumny</title>
			<description>To allow silenceTo admit in ourselvesAlways movingJust pastSenses; the darknessWhat swallows usWholeAnd we live amongstWhat lives amongst usThese grim anchors,That brief sanctityThe seaCast quite farWhen you seek--in your hats blackAnd kerchiefs--To bury meDo not cryA long time followingEat until yo..</description>
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			<title>DOGS</title>
			<description>Dogs never worry, their minds are simpleBut there are some who have no mindsThey once were there,Now melted away by the sick, boiling, masochistic knowledge of worldly thingsThings that flow like acid in through their ears, and out their mouths,Eating away at the goodness of a virgin imaginationThey..</description>
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