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			<title>Superlative</title>
			<description>I'm perfectly good at being the bestBut I'm desperate for you to know itI'll work 'til I'm pale to outshine the restSo if I impress you, please show it. I'm quite a w***e for compliments There's no end to my industryMy clothes and my hair and my home and my cakes...Stepford Wives hav..</description>
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			<title>Ghost</title>
			<description>&quot;Please tell us a little about yourself&quot;Such an innocent requestSurely I can fill volumes for youAnd yet. &quot;Mother&quot;, I write&quot;Wife&quot;Blank. This cannot be all I have to sayBut the empty space is overwhelming. I am dead on arrivalAnd I do not know this womanThis impostor in the ..</description>
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			<title>Sober</title>
			<description>I wish there was a twelve step programme To take to recover from youI would freely admit my addiction:The needThe releaseThe agonyI'm trying my best to dry outA sobriety of the soulBut abstinence makes my heart grow fonderAnd I am a drunkA userA lushPurging myself of you..</description>
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			<title>Actress</title>
			<description>Please don't ask me how I amUnless you really want to know. You're not ready to hear that kind of truthYou've already got seats for the show. So here, I'll give you my smile insteadAlthough it's wearing thin. Don't look too hard or listen too closeTo the girl with the painted grin. ..</description>
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