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			<title>This Life, Year X</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The current moves on.Its cleansing, crushing theft of lifethat pushes you to look in the mirror,makes every trivial memory profound.The double will always look different,with each new weathered&amp;nbsp;smile.&amp;nbsp;As the current pulls,the rain fallsand the sun sighs.If a rai..</description>
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			<title>Higher, higher education</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A road unravels like kenophobic string,pull and crawl along to see what lies at the end.At the end of the string, a boat.Shallow and meek, robust then fragilewhen climbing in and naively hope not to sink.&amp;nbsp;Collisions under bridgeswith other punting competitors,or are they j..</description>
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			<title>Closed</title>
			<description>A sear of pain,balancing a ruby on needle pointready to falldown the rabbit hole.&amp;nbsp;I take it back.&amp;nbsp;Such a personalprecious jewel, it must stay mine.The rabbit hole no longer looks inviting.The four walls and a door of an excuse for holding handswith padded walls and a ..</description>
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			<title>dream date with MrSobriety</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;From these eyes so yet unsoberedJoe &amp;amp; GiovanniThe wire and the tissue paperdragon on the wallRocking back and forthChanging myselfLeigh had a hole in hertrousers(pyjamas)It all makes sensebut thenitdoesn't.&amp;nbsp;The digusting experience&amp;nbsp;prolonging the exh..</description>
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