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			<title>Sentry</title>
			<description>Weary frowns of stone sit sentry upon the uppermost pinnacle of the building. Their rotten eyes accuse all passersby of trespass.</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Grey</title>
			<description>The grey engulfed my vision. Grey flecked with shards ofwhite and black, salt and pepper, night and day. With white. Dull white swirls,tsunami winds and spitting red sea. I flinched at its discourteous hissing andrecaptured my lagging limbs, reeling in my reddened hands. I individually plucked..</description>
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			<title>One of these days</title>
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			<title>mould</title>
			<description>It's like finding mould under your kitchen sink.I smelt a peculiar smell. I searched and searched and searched and openedThe cupboard doors and peeked aroundthe pipes and found a slimy patchOf green and blueHairs and fluff andI left it there.I blocked up my noseI went for a walkI looked aroundAnds s..</description>
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			<title>when i was still there</title>
			<description>The feeling started in my chest, thisfighting, flapping, vile noise.It wreaked its havoc on my best andbrightest second's calmest poise.It crawled along my skin untiltheir lamplight eyes turned 'round.Arrested in a blurring haze, I'd lost myhard-won ground.A skittish grin - each ..</description>
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