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			<title>Notes in the Margin</title>
			<description>warm orange sunlightcold blue skywith few scarsstreets empty&amp;nbsp;a dog walks&amp;nbsp;past</description>
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			<title>Why there&amp;rsquo;s coffee stains on my shirt </title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m in an old caf&amp;eacute;with many mirrors.Waffles and maple syrupsharp&amp;nbsp;on morning air.I seea waitresswith dark hairbetween pink walls and&amp;nbsp;infinite reflections.Sunlight doesn&amp;rsquo;t shine in.It glides carefuldelicatelike an organ sustaining a note&amp;nbsp;through silence and smoke.Ever..</description>
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			<title>Do you know what it&amp;rsquo;s like?</title>
			<description>Do you know what it&amp;rsquo;s like?My mind&amp;rsquo;s a stray doga thousand chimes fallevery hourevery day.The street stinkslike a veterinary clinicWarmth is found in a paper bagor kneeling alonein a motel 8 shower.Here&amp;nbsp;it's always Christmas eve&amp;nbsp;in a dive bar.&amp;nbsp;At midday&amp;nbsp;the brightest ..</description>
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			<title>Do you know what it&amp;rsquo;s like?</title>
			<description>My mind&amp;rsquo;s a stray doga thousand chimes fallevery hourevery day.The street stinkslike a veterinary clinicWarmth is found in a paper bagor kneeling alonein a motel 8 shower.Here&amp;nbsp;it's always Christmas eve&amp;nbsp;in a dive bar.&amp;nbsp;At midday&amp;nbsp;the brightest thing&amp;nbsp;is a lit cigarette.The..</description>
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			<title>I didn't know blue could burn</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been wandering around places like the ocean's floorwhere you can see everythingand say nothing.Out herethings slip out of sight.People become blank street signspointing nowhere.Puppies become reward postersno one reads.Blue children cry into cheap wine.There&amp;rsquo;s a crazy girl that live..</description>
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