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			<title>Cantonese Plane Flying High</title>
			<description>Circling and circlingthe nose of the jetPiercing the cloudslike a new ridgeor a birthstoneUrging and urgingthe tip of its wingsall askew andthe birds in thesnowWait itshouldn'tsnow hereNever snows in&amp;nbsp;summertimeMaking snow angelsthat draw lines fromone memory to the otherOn the steplays her bedS..</description>
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			<title>Solemn</title>
			<description>give me good
and red
and pink
I will bleed it and rip it
shredding it like papershredders
razors on their wrists
and I will sit in shame
shameful that I had done so</description>
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			<title>Clockery</title>
			<description>Ghosts love ghosts. Taken from a dream.</description>
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			<title>Brava For Real</title>
			<description>It was a start of slithering her mouth into the Honeysuckle. The flower's moaning was unstoppable. It had its own teeth, and they were grinding together and itching as the urge was uncontrollable. Something of the garden felt like this. Lilies and clitori and no bees pollinating. I suppose they need..</description>
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			<title>Birds Birds Yes, the Birds Scream</title>
			<description>&quot;B eak puncture my liver!&quot;&amp;nbsp;old trodder yelling&amp;nbsp;through tubes&amp;nbsp;from their&amp;nbsp;grandmothers.&quot;I m your baby !&amp;nbsp;I e&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; t&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;your horrid and&amp;nbsp;soothe my parching lips&amp;nbsp;and their cracks&amp;nbsp;with teeth,biting it off if need be.&quot;They're&amp;nbsp;vomiting.</description>
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			<title>There Were Wolves On My Door I'm Locking Them Out</title>
			<description>Dragging that tongue downDownEven downer into the floorboardWhere she sat and slept her headOn God's dirty Earth when herNape was rearrangedBarking on the doorAs though it opensBut no one is thereExcept for a hand coveredIn placentas , multiplelayers dripping down andDemon mouths below , catchingIt ..</description>
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