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			<title>Games</title>
			<description>Let's revisit the beginning, analyze very start.I opened my legs to seven men in attempts to heal my heart.Truth be told it's all the same, cut the losses and retractIn hindsight, I lost seven pieces of myself I can't get back.I digress,To my very, most sincere first at kissing, cuddling, sneaking o..</description>
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			<title>Abuela Artista</title>
			<description>Sometimes, my dreams run in circles. Faint ones. Bold ones. Defined. Infinite nonetheless. Each point chases its own tail and begins where it inherently ceases&amp;hellip;only to begin again. My grandmother is the reason.She told me not to cry.Dorothy Mae sat on the phone, absolutely silent except occas..</description>
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