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			<title>urban sentinel of the east, satellite of the old western night</title>
			<description>I tried another poem. They seem to be keeping me sane by making me sound insane. um.. it's dark, and tasty.
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			<title>nom de guerre</title>
			<description>care to be bare, share some tender loving care, and you'll be walking on air. waiting for the signal to change will keep you with the rest of the herd.</description>
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			<title>the stranger visited his hometown and felt like nothing more than a stranger.</title>
			<description>Daniel filmed commercials for a living. He was a drunk and despised being the turtle in the race with the hare. He couldn't write, but decided to retrieve his promisingly idyllic journal from home.</description>
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			<title>Sticks and Stones, Babycakes</title>
			<description>An ex-wife publicly berates and taunts her alcoholic ex-husband for attempting to detox via blog-post. This is the man's narrative.</description>
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