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			<title>Hooked: an ode to Ricky</title>
			<description>I'm hooked. Like a fish caught in the net that is your webbed and twisted love. I'm hooked. Like that favorite sweater that stays on the rack year round because even on a warm summer's night you'd feel chills without it. I'm hooked. Like that part of the song that repeats in your head but you sing i..</description>
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			<title>Death </title>
			<description>Death is,Lying on the floor motionlessFull of lifeChilled to the boneAnd each sweet bone, stiff Like the flesh above it, hardLike the eyes it bleeds throughA blood dryAnd naked to the eye&amp;#2013266048;&quot;A mapDrawn along the skinWhere the blood should be goin..</description>
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			<title>M Poem</title>
			<description>I don't want to become the madness that is her existencebut find myself slowly being overtaken&amp;nbsp;by a mind of her designGoddamn I wish you were an alcoholic&amp;nbsp;so I wouldn't feel bad about leaving your assbut you're just an emotionally confused human beingtaught how not to love by another emoti..</description>
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			<title>Legacy of a Rooster</title>
			<description>What if our soul mate's initials were spelled out in our veinsand every time we bleda part of them from us was drainedIf I could I would mold mine to your nameand our eternal paths would be together&amp;nbsp;and be one and the sameI would hurt when you were hurtI would fight when you were madWhen your s..</description>
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			<title>Irritable and Irritating</title>
			<description>There is something irritating about a pathetic woman.She is the kind of woman that seeks strength from others. She is the kind ofwoman that cannot create her own. She is the kind of woman who has no life, andonly finds life in the arms of a man. These arms are her only source ofcomfort. She ..</description>
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