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			<title>Sir William</title>
			<description>on the loss of the love of my life</description>
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			<title>Sec-he</title>
			<description>on ode to those here before me</description>
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			<title>Dear Old Friend</title>
			<description>a postcard</description>
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			<title>Starlight</title>
			<description>on a love I lost</description>
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			<title>Freddie</title>
			<description>a poem for my father</description>
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			<title>On Love and Death</title>
			<description>Content. Though simple, this was the only word that felt right when we tried to explain our feelings for each other. I felt content with him, whether we were lying in bed listening to a recording of rain sounds on loop or having a late breakfast on lazy mornings.When I looked at him, my core felt li..</description>
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