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			<title>The Letting</title>
			<description>''If I have ventured wrongly, very well, life then helps me with its penalty.&amp;nbsp;But if I haven't ventured at all, who helps me then?&quot;&amp;nbsp;~KierkegaardDinner was steamed summer vegetableswith brown rice, flatbread and&amp;nbsp;wine from an unlabeled bottle.&amp;nbsp;We sat on the floor&amp;nbsp;on a Balinese..</description>
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			<title>Joyless</title>
			<description>Satan said to the lord:&quot;I am finished here. There is no longer any meaning,nor a single thing to gain, in the malfeasance of man. &quot;The brilliant orange sunfiery old ballastburnt our skinswithout love or maliceViolent rising ocean,thunderous and black,so nurturing till thencast us out and took us bac..</description>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>I remember how she cried for meunder the tightrope over Mallory Square andhow she died for me, in the basementin pajamas with unwashed hairI remember how she flew at meFists clenched eyes redAnd how she laughed with mein the morning in our bedThe first time I saw her.The last time tooI remember her ..</description>
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			<title>Haikus</title>
			<description>comfort is your deaththe trappings of your successfutures you divestchildren look to youemulate the things you dostick like weird green gluenursed on confusionsold hard on the delusionof things so untrueschooled by child soldierswith monkeys on their shouldersand money for gunsproblems cant be solve..</description>
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