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			<title>298 miles</title>
			<description>in a new place</description>
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			<title>i have decided..</title>
			<description>Bushwah!</description>
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			<title>must. mountain. dust. </title>
			<description>And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?</description>
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			<title>on the trail</title>
			<description>Here's a happy one for you. </description>
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			<title>corner poem</title>
			<description>Chicago. One year ago.</description>
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			<title>just now</title>
			<description>Let's see what becomes of nothing.</description>
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			<title>a dead shadow</title>
			<description>I wrote this as my college essay, I don't think it went over so well. </description>
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			<title>boiling nails on a cross</title>
			<description>Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah&amp;nbsp;Wondering along the pines I grab myself the satchelPlace it on my back and I&amp;rsquo;m offNow on the floor I&amp;rsquo;m drunk and vomit dribbles from my chinHoly god almighty I seem to have lost myselfI dip back into sweet unconsciousnessMy bea..</description>
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			<title>inside the dead of a car</title>
			<description>This isn't true, but it feels like it is.</description>
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