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			<title>One Hour...and Nine Years</title>
			<description>ahead of me - always a step,a phrase, aquick-witted-quip -myfingertips barely brush you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; before you are gone&amp;nbsp;last nightyou reminded meof thedistance between us&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Spilled</title>
			<description>as pigmentfrom a bottle -as wine froma carafe -&amp;nbsp;the soul toocan spill.contentsspread like buried secretsdriven outof their boxes and in tothe unforgiving light&amp;nbsp;when hiddenthings are found -whenforgotten things are unearthed -&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>After the Rain</title>
			<description>Trees -leaves adorned with raindrop jewels,heaving under the weight of water,bending low toward the rich, wet dirt,they wait&amp;nbsp;defiantly&amp;nbsp; for the windto free them of their burden,so they may once again reach toward the misty-gray heavenspeckled with starlight ..</description>
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