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			<title>dessert</title>
			<description>Just behind the blindSummer sunset's trifled skyI almost walked by</description>
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			<title>lancet</title>
			<description>In the agony of getting over you I've given up so much of meBloodletting my soul to release the sickness still incubating within the places you touched I'll flush her out too, the one who adored you she's prone to forgetting and hiding it allWith rage and sorrow and palpable regret..</description>
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			<title>legacy</title>
			<description>the daughters of angry men will suffer again and againtoo much baggage to carry, too heavy to haul, their memories all shaded by the weight of it allthe silence that's shouted, all the feelings left shrouded, suitcases are full, their closets are crowded achievements don't matter their..</description>
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			<title> courting summer</title>
			<description>Twirling   her hair as cool breezes replace warm, tired sighsSummer  is flirting with the idea of fallingLost  in cloverless grassLazily  counting the cottonwood leavesBegrudgingly  among the first to light at her feetA moment  exquisitely exhaled and she's goneFaint   ..</description>
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			<title>dry</title>
			<description>summer blossoms begin to diewhen lowered buckets are pulled up drywhile hope goes unfound in cloud barren skiesand sparrow hawks circle above field mice cries desperate for dusk's sweet dew filled sighsonly the moon sees what the sun denies</description>
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