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			<title>Each Hour</title>
			<description>dead and around&amp;nbsp;her heart never found&amp;nbsp;it was never what she thoughthe said she would be caught&amp;nbsp;strange the seed inside&amp;nbsp;it was lovely till it died&amp;nbsp;the man inside him sick&amp;nbsp;she wasn't able to predict&amp;nbsp;she opened her heart so wide&amp;nbsp;he was kind until he lied&amp;nbsp;she..</description>
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			<title>Nectarine</title>
			<description>Smooth&amp;nbsp;skin, dark red almost purplesunset Santa Fe orangebright yellowsunshine. &amp;nbsp;soft bruise. &amp;nbsp;vulva shapewhere the stem broke free94378 - Certified Organicfirst bite. &amp;nbsp;juice squirts into my mouthmy lips instinctively press and suction, as I form them around the&amp;nbsp;curves of th..</description>
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			<title>Passover</title>
			<description>taste the bottoms of my feetcocoa and salt&amp;nbsp;from the kitchen floorlooking for the sedar plate, the candles, the table clotha friend had said - come here, it will be greatthursday, she said she had other planslooking for&amp;nbsp;everything in the boxes &amp;nbsp;I unpack and the kitche..</description>
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