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			<title>Spontaneous Remissions</title>
			<description>Carcinogenic vampires     tried to claim me last night    They kissed me good night    Impregnating me     with nightmares     and misery    then they went away    as I exhaled the nicotine of a cigarette     but the mutilated memories    by my m..</description>
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			<title>Lilacs grow from out of your eyes</title>
			<description> Your hair, a lake, a river    the fish they sink underneath it    and find a necklace of pearls         Your tongue is a revolver, a gun     It fills my throat with bullets      and I cease to exist       A bouquet of Lilacs     from your eyes I..</description>
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			<title>Breakfast at Ten A.M. </title>
			<description>      The universe pulls me    through the void of a dream   I believe in nothing   and no one believes in me    and the time stops when I sleep   and when I'm awake it begins again   To live, to thrive, to oscillatearound me      It is breathing   as I breath..</description>
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			<title>The Marathon</title>
			<description>   My headphones are bleeding yourmusic    The music of angels vanishing atnight    Frozen souls ambulating freely    across the vast emptiness of space      This isn't a race although you'rewinning   There's no finish line althoughyou're already there   There's..</description>
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			<title>The Sea of Death</title>
			<description>      I don't have any plans for thefuture,    I'm only looking forward to draggingmyself    into the belly of the dark       Underneath the sheets of my bed   I sleep forever      The witching hour is my mother   When silence breeds my tears    I make myself ..</description>
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			<title>Marcela of the gardens.</title>
			<description>      God is a girl and all girls are God   My pale skin is covered in my ownblood   I'm offering myself to you, can'tyou see?    So I rise to receive my share ofblessings   When I find that you've got none forme.      I am no one     A forest of nothingness... ..</description>
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			<title>Row, row, row your boat. </title>
			<description>A surreal painting of death. </description>
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