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			<title>Twice</title>
			<description>&quot;This is what happens when the flowers wake up one morning and decide to smell human: it confuses us, makes us reach backwards into places that are sharp, feel around for things we've dropped.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Better</title>
			<description>&quot;But if I kiss you where it's sore, will you feel better... will you feel anything at all?&quot;</description>
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			<title>2/14/16</title>
			<description>i hatebeingin the stagewhere I need to remind myselfto beokay.because it's constant.especially on dayslike today.when conversationsover afternoon coffeebring you to mindunexpectedlyunavoidably1 year ago todayon repeatbehind closed eyessalty cheeksThe Last Good Day.when we exchanged pieces of ourselv..</description>
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