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			<title>An Ode to Her</title>
			<description>Carnations and clichesShe was a cliche in the sense that--she tried so hard not to be,What she already was.She loved carnations because roses were to common, (although carnations are just s****y roses)She loved brown eyes,Because everyone wanted blue.Her heart beat different becaus..</description>
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			<title>Somewhere in the Space-time Contiuum</title>
			<description>In a moment of weightlessness,with my emotions floating out of my earsand her shoulder brushing against mine--I sat there,suspended in time.The flicker of the movie screen reflecting off her glasses,was enough to catch my eye.Her braids fell fluidly over her shoulders--her bangs ..</description>
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