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			<title>vegas</title>
			<description>he smelled like vegas.the fumes of his cigarettes strangled my lungs,but entangled my heart with a blurry mist. the smell of excitement and adventure danced in the air.he brought flickering lights to my eyes and dazzling energy to my life,as he brought a flickering lighter to my skin and laughed.he ..</description>
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			<title>she was a candle</title>
			<description>she was a candle melted down to her core,a dozen matchsticks had hurt her before.she promised herself she would never burn again,and blindly believed she could avoid feeling pain.then she made a friend and inside something sparked,he made her promises and they spoke heart-to-heart.before she could s..</description>
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