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			<title>The Walk to Work</title>
			<description>Follow along the riverWhere a month agoSakura bloomed along the banksAnd today the waterUnder the bridge is chokedWith thick green weedsDotted with white flowers likeThe spectral remains of the cherryBlossoms that floated down river nowSubmerged and ghostlyGrowing like a miracleBeneath the surface.A..</description>
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			<title>The Formaldehyde Princess</title>
			<description>Long, sticky fingers come pricklingUp my spine again.I'm thinking 'bout that boy,But he's not thinking 'bout meOh no.I read somewhere today thatEnjoying life in your twenties is pass&amp;eacute;,So I'll settle in to misery;Curl up in it and stay stillPreserved forever at 28,Pickled in this panicked age.</description>
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