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			<title>That Kind of Perfect</title>
			<description>We are that kind of perfect;completely and allwrong.&amp;nbsp;We are the fabulouskind that drinks too much,f***s all night,and showers togetherin the morning.&amp;nbsp;We are the messy kind that lets the milksp..</description>
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			<description>When viewing us I am softened.Cracks seal,blisters smooth,wounds heal.&amp;nbsp;I will hold youuntil our skins slough from bone(and our)skeletons(lay)silent. &amp;nbsp;But for now we are here.perfect-unpolished.Buffed (onl..</description>
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			<title>rough/lovely</title>
			<description>I am a draft: rough. unmistakablyunfinishedincompletepartial.&amp;nbsp;I am branded:proofed for errors,edited for inconsistencies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;If I diedmy body would sour.&amp;nbsp;Snapping in halflike stale bread.&amp;nbsp;I lie rotting,a crumbling corpse.</description>
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			<title>&amp;hellip;and I write.</title>
			<description>Only when I write do the scars fadelifting from the tenor of my life.&amp;nbsp;The meat of my soul persistsand no one not even youmay thwart my hunger. &amp;nbsp;In these ravenous moments I ama gruesome proficiency of my own warm and tain..</description>
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