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			<title>Listening</title>
			<description>This was written in June of 2018. I was sitting in the hallway of my old school and heard the wife of a man (who is now my partner) on the phone with him. It set into stone how much I missed him.</description>
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			<title>02/14/2019</title>
			<description>make me your perpetrator and let me leave you bloodied if it allows for a chance at being loved by you, even if for a second. push me, pull me, let me be your marionette. get closer to me through strings and sticks and cheap floral cotton. you can make me do anything if you use your hands just right..</description>
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