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		<description>The original writings of author Written Dreammares </description>
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			<title>A Philosophical Momento of a Song </title>
			<description>Today, I feel like this song.Beautiful or sad?I feel my clock ticking along.Seeing the heads of flowers the next day,Decapitated,I wonder if they'll grow again.If not, I ponder the short-lived existence.Momentos made,Hated, loved, lost, ventured... What is the making of the wings t..</description>
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			<title>The Flesh and The Spirit </title>
			<description>Christians are strong and brilliant than many people think. As a human, do you ever feel a fight between pain and freedom? </description>
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			<title>Shallow Tunnel</title>
			<description>Dark poetry whilst waiting for a train. </description>
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			<title>Dancing Fever</title>
			<description>The dancing never ceases.</description>
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			<title>Patience is a Virtue</title>
			<description>Why does the grains of sand feel like forever?</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>My heart cries,Eyes remaining dry. The swords. I can feel the blood, but where is it? Sorrows and rage,Ravens with their wings swimming in skies,When is the morrow? 00:12 and it's still yesterday.I'm awake, but I am dreaming,When I am asleep, I am not in a dream. ..</description>
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