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			<title>to my father.</title>
			<description>hyphenating.</description>
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			<title>mitochondria.</title>
			<description>The truth.</description>
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			<title>right now.</title>
			<description>I am torn to pieces. I am angry, hurt, and betrayed.</description>
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			<title>locker combinations.</title>
			<description>Have you ever walked past someone and felt how dead the air between you was?</description>
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			<title>distance.</title>
			<description>Why doesn&amp;rsquo;t he care?
And (because he doesn&amp;rsquo;t) why do I care so much?</description>
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			<title>mexican food.</title>
			<description>Fitting in with the prose poetry/love poem genre, this wannabe vague post refers to a young girl's limerence.</description>
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