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			<title>Lightning and Thunder</title>
			<description>a short one</description>
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			<title>My goddess, my Aphrodite</title>
			<description>the first and only time I fell in love</description>
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			<title>Nectar and Ambrosia</title>
			<description>Nectar and ambrosia;we fair devils;clean skin delights are no delicacyto madly frustrated and tortured souls.No satin, nor smooth silk, nor equal fleshcan divine from my mouth the blazing lightwhen the song of my soul is so corrupt,but I do wait;the petals of round lipspenetrable t..</description>
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			<title>Love might as well grow on trees</title>
			<description>My girlfriend,she's just fine;she lives with her parentsand her kid howeverwho takes up all her time.I go to dinner and the moviesby myself.&amp;nbsp;My psychologist,she's tall and refined,aged like a fine wine,a sort of sleek design.When we converseI often stare at her hands..</description>
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