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			<title>Making Hell of Heaven</title>
			<description>Deep in the center of the ocean he emerged, flushing a group of pompeii worms into the open water. He paused for a moment, suspended in the thick water like a grape in a bowl of gelatin, then kicked toward the surface. The water became softer slowly, almost imperceptibly, and rushed between his fing..</description>
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			<description>A high school Global Studies assignment about unemployment in Mexico.</description>
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			<title>Everyday Things</title>
			<description>I wrote this back in my senior year of high school. A little cheesy. I was working my first job and had a huge crush on one of the managers! He was thirty years older than me and he had red hair...</description>
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			<title>Drag Me Down with You</title>
			<description>A song I wrote a couple of months about my ex step-Grandfather. It has a tune; I can hear it so well in my head!</description>
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