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			<title>future ex-boyfriend</title>
			<description>A sleight of handA subtle glanceA quick touchThe less I thinkOf it the more I knowThe longer I sit in itThe more it growsAwkward wordsChoke my tongueAn absence of solitudeMakes me runYour songs, our voicesShut everythingOut for now</description>
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			<title>flashback</title>
			<description>tick tick boomget out of this roomshoot shoot bangit's all over againred and white sprayingall over not playingI'm taking aimI'm honing iwon't complainI can't beginwhat's black and whitewhat's left what's rightlost inside a chokeholdmy fingers blue I'm so coldsleeping in the snowdriftthis is over th..</description>
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			<title>love letter from dope</title>
			<description>I wrote this during a 5 week methadone kick.  I felt like s**t and wanted to give myself something to remember.</description>
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			<title>untitled #1</title>
			<description>I wrote this 2 years ago while I was still living on the street.</description>
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