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			<title>East</title>
			<description>My casual end andCasual evenings,I have been closing inches onThe mocking smile of a Gypsy Vanner.With the fringe of a true beast,I could have said without a shift, The hue be deeper than the corals beneath.Closing the distance is childless, and often,She says, &quot;I come from the east though I have st..</description>
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			<title>Stuck Together</title>
			<description>Sign me up for Endless lettersA wet paradeOf a drawn-out winterKissing is for sharp-togetherLovers thin, and justifiedAnd your tongueInto my sideDon't speak of loveBut make me sigh</description>
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			<title>Sleuth</title>
			<description>At once, they ask, how do you do?Oh, how I beg for you toDisarmDisregardIt's sweeter to viewAnd not to knowWhat we have been toThey ask, &quot;Oh, you, what did you do?&quot;And please, lest fall our knivesI think of it, like dripping and the truth - Twists my stomach like the fluBut this, it must be you.This..</description>
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			<title>Glue</title>
			<description>Think of it as Drano and plastic,To cover your hands in,For a few minutesSo hold to meThree or four fingersAnd keeping track,For every sinnerWatch,As he kept playing With some ultimatumsAccusing me for taking what's hisThe last time I was there,When the walls had been rebuiltAnd painted red,Or any c..</description>
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