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			<description>something about this trepidation feels different;blue&amp;nbsp;like the way the ocean swells to meet the moonI&amp;rsquo;m trying to spoutwords of love with my&amp;nbsp;smoke-broken voicePeeling wallpaper offin lucid dreams of grandeur&amp;nbsp;instead of being grandunique desolation,anoth..</description>
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			<title>Amphitrite</title>
			<description>Near the sixth moon, salt and skinRose up-- Sea stained beauty,Heir to gluttonous torch of the land.&amp;nbsp;Wildfire eyes never beholden of suchGrey grace by marble edifice in candlelight.She labored, and six more moons passed,&amp;nbsp;Birthing blood into life upon sea stained grandeur.&amp;nbsp;Great honor ..</description>
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