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			<title>Renting</title>
			<description>Send me listings&amp;nbsp;cheapest leases at the furthest reachespicture me, dirty feetshuffling concrete floorsRamshackle mood's got me&amp;nbsp;squatting in the doorway&amp;nbsp;of this shaky peace I've found&amp;nbsp;Nine beige walls, eight feet high&amp;nbsp;Not even a tub to drown inbut theres a bed on the grounda..</description>
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			<title>Avril 14</title>
			<description>You are a prophet and I am a queen,according to a particular text.I did not come here to impress you;I came to get s**t done. Though,if you fixed your canid eyes on me,I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t look away.&amp;nbsp;The air is teeming with minuscule living things,our river is swollen and awakeand I am so proud tod..</description>
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			<title>Grown</title>
			<description>It clings like soggy cardboard, forgottenand left to crust on the summertime linoleum floorIf I wanted long&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;long&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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