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			<title>Amidst the Treacherous</title>
			<description>she's got an itch that I won't scratchI'm afraid she'll bleed at methrough picked scabs,&amp;nbsp;my patsy-paws drip red to blameso I blink hard and plentycan't see with this shine in my eyemy hands inhibited, rubbing peepers drycaught under the spotlight&amp;nbsp;her candescent eyesmy..</description>
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			<title>Penance</title>
			<description>been in the pen with my monster maskdancing the monster mashmy soles are blisteringthe itch's persistent festeringdiamond cityjesters contrive my demisewith contrived gritsscraping at my skinha-ha-ha-ha- HA!	ha-ha-ha-ha- HA!precision of my divisionsplayed with a boot on..</description>
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