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			<description>I have returned from the deadEyes sealed shut peel open First onethen the otherNew life seeps in through short, sharp gaspsBlades of breath piercing the lungsDecades of dust</description>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to kiss you. All the time. More than you could ever understand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I sleep in the bed across the hall because I'm scared of being pushy.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<description>Restored from the crash. First thing I ever posted on here.</description>
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			<title>The Ecstasy of Mail</title>
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			<description>Game on.</description>
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