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			<title>Currents </title>
			<description>I went to take her handAt first it seemed warm and inviting&amp;nbsp;But as hers clasped mine, it was as if I grabbed vice gripsI couldn't let go if I wanted toBut I didn't want toA current poured out of me and down the length of her forearm,Then our gaze metThere was nowhere else for mine to goIt was l..</description>
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			<title>Dream Journal 1</title>
			<description>I'm floating in open sea with some people I don't recognize. Off in the distance, I can see what used to be our ship floating away. It looked like a big piece of driftwood. Despite the situation, I and everybody else are pretty calm. An old man is catching me up to speed on what happened and where w..</description>
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			<title>White on White</title>
			<description>We're all speaking into the fire&amp;nbsp;You say something to me-I watch the words slip past your teeth, only to be lapped up by one of the fire's unwinding arms, grasping for the skyIndiscriminately pulling every molecule of oxygen into itself,Mistaking our conversation for another breath of lifeGreed..</description>
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