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			<title>red queen</title>
			<description>The poem is meant to focus on realizing that I sought out a lot of.... not necessarily validation or love in other people through intimacy, but realizing that I'd rather be intimate with myself</description>
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			<title>state of grace</title>
			<description>my first love and my only love</description>
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			<title>tangerine</title>
			<description>imagine if i could make the tangerine taste as good as my bittersweet memories are when i reminisce about high school.they&amp;rsquo;re the space between her legs when she sits; the size of my heart.more calories than yellow cigarettes and less dangerous.don&amp;rsquo;t know how i feel about that just yet s..</description>
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			<title>la douler exquise</title>
			<description>1.hi, would you like to see my nightmares? i asked her, only it came out like do you want to come over?sometimes she said yes, but only when it was for dinner.she loved my mom more than she liked me.2.her heartbreak smile was my body&amp;rsquo;s national anthem; she made me feel alive.stumbled through t..</description>
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			<title>the phoenix</title>
			<description>Mama birthed me two weeks latein a room full of family, grumbling,and that&amp;rsquo;s how it&amp;rsquo;s been ever since.Me, late; her, grumbling.She&amp;rsquo;ll talk s**t about me to myface and praise me behind my backto everybody else.Sounds like hazing but it&amp;rsquo;s transparentinitiation into a multi-cult..</description>
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