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		<description>The original writings of author Amy</description>
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			<title>Describe it</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Loneliness is an unsightly orange,The one you painted over When you moved into your new house,To make your house radiate a more homey,ambiance.Sometimes you sense that you can still see ..</description>
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			<title>Romantic</title>
			<description>Rosiehadn&amp;rsquo;t always wanted to kill herself.&amp;nbsp; Itstarted off as just a passing thought. She was so well read and had watched somany movies, perhaps the thought came from there.&amp;nbsp; She knew a few people from her past that haddone it, so maybe that&amp;rsquo;s where it came from.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Smile</title>
			<description>Sheenjoys sitting on her city roof,&amp;nbsp; Watchingeach miniature human, absorbedin worlds, convincedof personal importance, shesmiles her rare, real, luminous smile,&amp;nbsp; Theyare krill in an ocean, dirt on the earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sheteeters off the ledg..</description>
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			<title>Controls</title>
			<description>There was a flashingbutton on the left. It was blue and blinding.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Blue means goodright?&amp;rdquo; I desperately asked myself. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn&amp;rsquo;t know. On..</description>
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			<title>Humanity</title>
			<description>Ina subway, city&amp;rsquo;s rootsTwenty-sixfigures sit in a single carNeverspeaking.Distanceof an eyelash, distance of humanity.Agirl&amp;rsquo;s red flowered umbrella loudly awakensEyecontact- some angry, some amused, some boredTwenty-sixseconds of embarrassment, ..</description>
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