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			<title>Panic</title>
			<description>A description of the all too familiar panic attack</description>
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			<title>Arizona</title>
			<description>she grew succulents on window ledgesand cacti in front garden bedsthough cactuses she called themas they looked the other way she sat on rusty metal benchesand sketched pictures of her dreamsand in them were always terra-cotta plantersthat she couldn't stand to touchpiled high like s..</description>
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			<title>The Harlequin Great Dane</title>
			<description>Poem about my beloved pet that got me through some bad times in my childhood </description>
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			<title>Messy</title>
			<description>people are messyand they ooze out from the sides of theirboxesunpredictable and somehow still soboring I don't hate them but I don'tunderstand themand so I push and shove themback into their packagestie them tight with string and place beneath atreeit's just that I don't want t..</description>
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