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			<title>Anomie</title>
			<description>(in)sanity.</description>
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			<title>05:05</title>
			<description>Moments of clarity, they are called.</description>
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			<title>Of Utmost Importance</title>
			<description>I miss all the places I've never been to.</description>
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			<title>Boys and Doves</title>
			<description>Of falling in love much too quickly and despairingly. </description>
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			<title>love idlings</title>
			<description>an interlude constructed of love: the flickering crescendo of my affections. 
my most intrinsic love poem. 
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			<title>Of Fate</title>
			<description>Minor Dialogue.</description>
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			<title>Cartography of Folly</title>
			<description>Of uncharted territory. </description>
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			<title>domestic bond</title>
			<description>of the household's fresh love, and fading homes. </description>
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