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		<title>strolling in the woods </title>
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		<description>every sapling growing inthe forest by the seareaches up to heavenas if each one was me

every saplying unrooted thentossed into a pilerotting in the firesdown to hell with my smile

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		<title>Find Me Somebody to Love   </title>
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		<description>My mind was so intentIn the huntAnticipationEvident in the tinyHairs row by rowStood to attention

At warWith the doubtBayonet to bayonetStrugglingEndless thoughtOf precious victory

I never saw it comingFirst the reconnaissanceAnd then the flankingMy heart was capturedLong beforeI knew.

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