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			<title>the probability of now</title>
			<description>I wish I could recapture that train of thought I had a little while ago&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;where was it going&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;if only I had written it down&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;if only I had the presence of mind to write it all downI wish I could encapsulate the moments that I forget&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>techno spirit resurrection</title>
			<description>washing my hands of gentledirtasking for the apparitionthe yellow lightshines on my faceas I shove away all the little thingsand move on to the biggerthis is my techno spirit resurrectiona waxed bulb of purpleeatinga flock of tiny assaults on my brainby the colors mixed wit..</description>
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			<title>a moment of white</title>
			<description>ashes from the suns cremationfiltered low on the browsinging songs and dancingever so soft and lowtripping on a whole eternityof glass blown bowlsand not a moment too soondimpled down earth sinkfollowingwithered stalks of hourssitting on the brinkflesh fire statueyearning t..</description>
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			<title>a march towards yesterday</title>
			<description>streak silence encompass the withering oasiswhat does it all mean in the end&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a forgotten tombit all reflects the stain glass memoirsit all passes right through&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a weeded gardentwo fisted anguish rotten earthedpurpose elongated rotten earthedfuture d..</description>
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