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			<title>Looking glass</title>
			<description>Just random thoughts</description>
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			<title>short thought</title>
			<description>We are fortunate now, screens and keystrokes warm hearts and allow us to feel connected. This last decade has done much for the recluse, its probably been downgraded from a sickness or phobia to preference. We sit alone and feel in groups, we talk to ourselves and feel heard. Photos, videos, all on ..</description>
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			<title>Waste</title>
			<description>Words come to me in a rush. I am inspired oh how the view of filth does stir the narrator within. I see so much skin, so much flesh. How we are all given to equally, 2 of this, and 2 of that, or 1 if it be in the middle. How we all stand patient waiting for all we seek. How we repress our urge and f..</description>
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