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			<title>Guilty As Charged</title>
			<description>I told you I was sorry.My hands were in theair and I admitted tomy crimes, but youstill shot me in theheart and called itself-defense.</description>
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			<title>Dissociating In Modern-Day Relaxation</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m sitting in the bathand I&amp;rsquo;m hearing thetime click byI&amp;rsquo;m sitting in the waterand I&amp;rsquo;m looking at thesponge hanging fromabovedangling over my bodyit moves to the sound oftimeI&amp;rsquo;m sinking in the waterand my head gets heavier.Pulling me downinto my body&amp;nbsp;into my body o..</description>
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			<title>The Cat's Back</title>
			<description>Your calloused fingertipsfeel like nails on my back,I imagine this is what acat must feel as his ownerruns his fingers down thecat's back, arching it inpleasure.A sort of pleasure thatis innocent. You continueto run, run your fingersdown and upand down.I lay next to you withtears in my eyes, I knowt..</description>
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			<title>I Guess It's Time I Go</title>
			<description>I guess it's time I go back to my disconsolateway of life, where I bounce from place to place,leaving nothing behind.There's no longer anything to keep, there'sno one to miss, there's no one to touch.I don't need to cry anymore.My dry eyes won't look forward to the rainanymore. I put a stamp on your..</description>
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			<title>The Silence Is Louder Than The Yelling</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m so used to chaosin my mind that I don&amp;rsquo;tknow how to handle thisnewfound silence.It is calming and it isnice,but it frightens me.Where did it all go?And where do I gofrom here?</description>
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