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			<title>These Hands</title>
			<description>These hands....These hands that have clothed your naked bodycaressed your sultry cheekrun gently through your soft hairthese handsveined, strong, hard, and surehave flowed like electricity down your spinecupped the small of your backgripped your hipswhite knuckled and tightfelt the thunderous thumpi..</description>
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			<title>Our Dark Places</title>
			<description>Our Dark Places.My war was lostadrift alonemy sullen heartcould not atonefor my dark sinsthe seeds were sown.your soul was bruisedyour house in ruinsyour world in flamesyour heart entombeda broken crossscattered dreams.aren't we like 2 wounded soulswith rusted locksand skittish heartsset adrift we f..</description>
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			<title>Beautiful Disaster</title>
			<description>you always close your eyes when I kiss youshould I close my heart when I miss youshould I ride into your fairy taleand claim you as my prizeI drink in the red wine of your eyesas the music dances in my headintoxicated with the riotous possibilitiesof you naked in my bedcan my heart beat any fasteryo..</description>
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