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			<title>Flies Die By The Windows</title>
			<description>I didn't ask for them to invade my prison-kingdom,&amp;nbsp;Of zirconium, old oak and iron.&amp;nbsp;Of wilting lavender on the windowsills.For years I heard them but didn't see -&amp;nbsp;The humming of the horse fly, boringInto the orifice of my brain.The chord of Lacewings, a storm in membranes.Insecurities ..</description>
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