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			<title>It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again</title>
			<description>the looming stress of uncertainty paired with confinement and overtime becoming one with your surroundings, in a way.</description>
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			<title>Drama Queen</title>
			<description>&quot;Stop with the drama&quot;You say as I pour out every last drop of emotion left in my body and soulAlmost EmptyDrip like tearsDrops of warm milk and honey like your grandmother used to make you as a childChildhood13 was the last time I felt innocentThe warmth and protection of clothes make you less vulne..</description>
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			<title>New York City</title>
			<description>A concrete jungle love storyAn electric cityAdorned with wire vines and steal rail lines that take the city to new heightsUnderground echoes like the bass of a beating heartThe sparkle in your eyes resemble the same bright light as the skyline at nightMillions of voices in the crowd like the million..</description>
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			<title>Crucify Me</title>
			<description>Love is a form of possessionTwo become one, sometimes involuntarilyInfatuation smells like frankincense and myrrhLust fills every pore and crevice of the bodyOccupying every lobe of the brainDilated pupils burn at the sight of a bright white lightGive not into temptationFingers in my veins gripping ..</description>
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