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			<title>Becky</title>
			<description>She sits on her tiny bedBut it seems so bigWhen she thinks of what he did in itHow did he do that?All of thatIn such a little spaceIt&amp;nbsp;really such a little bedAnd when you rest your pillow on top of your headYou can feel your throat closeAnd the heavy sighOf his pleasureOn ..</description>
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			<title>Every Morning</title>
			<description>The sour grapefruit juice that makes a mouth squirmTeeth stained from daily slurps of coffeeA bacon bit stuck in your snaggle toothMoist and buttery toast crumbs falling into your braYou're just&amp;nbsp;like good foodsAlways leaving me messy but satisfied</description>
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			<title>Joey</title>
			<description>Your eyes used to be like a gorgeous blue seaBut now I realize you're too conceited for meSo I hope next time you look in the mirrorYou drown in those pools of dead fish and bad weather</description>
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			<title>Jan 13</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m tired all the time,Change is too much work.People keep their emotions tight years after they grow old.They don&amp;rsquo;t feel as glorious as they yearn for special privileges.A walk to the kitchen for a donut.A bubble bath.Sex.Steady hands.If you ever doubt me, Envy me firs..</description>
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			<title>Jan 12</title>
			<description>Are they pushing or are they pulling?What does it mean to push?To pull?If I pulled you down a blacktop roadIn the sunOr in the coldAs you lie naked with no clothesWould it be as bad if I pushed you away from my love and home?So I ask you once moreAre they pulling youOr pushing yo..</description>
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