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	<description>be still</description>
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		<title>Дмитрий Дмитриевич Шостакович (Dmitri Dmitriyevich Shostakovich) - Piano Quintet in G minor, Op. 57 - Fugue</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fair is fair: I want you to slip your fingers inside me, too. I want to watch you smell and taste. When you're done I want to lick clean.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1122</link>
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		<title>Savina Yannatou - Suppose that You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If I feel afraid I might reach out, I might stretch my fingers up above my head to touch your hand. I might try to put my fingertips into your palms and pretend I'm able to read your fortune.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1121</link>
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		<title>Depeche Mode - A Question of Lust</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It's been four and maybe five nights now I've stopped myself from just calling you because I don't know if I can. You give permission but you rarely give invitations. xxox your rabbit.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1120</link>
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		<title>Jeremy Enigk - Mind Idea</title>
		<description><![CDATA[These were the times I was walking into the neighborhood barefoot in the middle of the night. These were the times I was hiding in the calla lilies and hoping no one would find me. These were the times I was practicing how to quietly disappear.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1119</link>
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		<title>Beequeen - EE EA EE EA EE EE, EA EE, EAEE, A EE</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes the half moons bleed too, and if I wake up soon enough that they are fresh and wet I press them to my eyelids and sometimes to my feverish tongue.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1118</link>
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		<title>Stars of the Lid - Julie Delpy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I've been exorcising things while I sleep. It's been wrenching, painful (and often beautiful). I wake up with my heart pounding and my lips swollen from biting them while I dream.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1117</link>
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		<title>A Note from Your Humble Administrator</title>
		<description><![CDATA[woops. sorry about that, y'all.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1116</link>
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		<title>Tim Buckley - Love From Room 109&#8230;, Sing a Song for You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[apple blossoms lining my lips, my mouth a wet mess with apple juice, waiting, wondering, thinking on you.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1115</link>
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		<title>Golden Hours</title>
		<description><![CDATA[my heart beats with honey and salt water, it is flowing, thick with boardwalk taffy. i will pull long strands and wrap them around your throat and up towards your lips. i will chew through them to get to your mouth, and chew just a little bit more. i promise.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.theselector.org/?p=1114</link>
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		<title>Jolie Holland -  Do You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know I'm lost without a place to go crazy.
I know there's a sunrise on the other side
To pull me through.
What did you do when I called?
Did you hear me at all?
You Motherfucker
I wanted you. ]]></description>
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