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			<title>Bedsheets</title>
			<description>Come home:the planetary rotation movestoo fast for yourfeet to cling to.Salt in your mouthfor flavour; in your own time.They won&amp;rsquo;t wait long for you,but you&amp;rsquo;ll decline.You&amp;rsquo;ll decline.But look how far you&amp;rsquo;ve come:untamed hairs, cloakingthe rolls of flesh that swelland swell wi..</description>
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			<title>Dolly the Sheep</title>
			<description>Destruction is a form of creation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jammm/1055125/</link>
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			<title>Bairn</title>
			<description>noun: SCOTTISH
1.
a child.</description>
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			<title>Sandman</title>
			<description>Sleep eludes</description>
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			<title>Definitions</title>
			<description>death beyond the earth</description>
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			<title>Closest</title>
			<description>Sociopaths, by nature, love in an entirely different way than others do</description>
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			<title>Aftermath</title>
			<description>Let&amp;rsquo;srummage through the detritus:&amp;nbsp;glintingcopper and yellow string,&amp;nbsp;a smeared stack of handwritten letters,writtenwith agonising love and soothing shared sadness.Theimpression of rainy mornings and soft brown fingerscaressingthe paper like my bu..</description>
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			<title>If I Should Die</title>
			<description>thoughts on mortality</description>
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