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			<title>Bad news</title>
			<description>Bad newsMy little child, how do I bear the bad newsThrough the pulsing blood along my fingers, my hand on your cheeks&amp;nbsp;You feel the faintnessYou feel the cracksAs my hands fall, you ask meWhy does it have to be this wayMy love, it was never my choiceMy small heart and the good things in it&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>A breath</title>
			<description>A breathbreathe in.&amp;nbsp;today can&amp;rsquo;t change us as much as tomorrow will.you&amp;rsquo;ll be safe if you think of the birds and not the worms.remember you&amp;rsquo;re living in other people&amp;rsquo;s worlds too.how do you find the pinnacle if everything is convex.keep the weight forward or else you&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>When the cicadas sleep</title>
			<description>When the cicadas sleepIn Zhejiang the cicadas gossipabout little girls that jump on stepping stonesas aunties raise hands of cautiontelling them the ground beneath is unkindWhen I speak to you the words fall short though my mind poursMy arms reach far out into the horizon for you&amp;nbsp;so you can fee..</description>
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			<title>The weather made you think of her and not me.</title>
			<description>The weather made you think of her and not me.Beams across branches,Cherries coming way in front of gothic dreams,Sadness melting away from an innocent blue,So you thought of her and not me.Because as we stood on top of the mountain,We rolled opposite ways towards Poseidon&amp;nbsp;And towards a tsunami ..</description>
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			<title>currents</title>
			<description>We stopped at the top of the mountain&amp;nbsp;and observed the world below us.The clouds were still, silence our best friend and dawn our guardian.Spirits came out of the woods to greet us,&amp;nbsp;to tell us secrets we didn&amp;rsquo;t think we deserved to hear.They told us if we put our hands together and p..</description>
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			<title>senior trip to cape cod</title>
			<description>sound, still in the womb as the jewel rises. thoughts are filled with parting but heads are woefully unaware. the end is near.</description>
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