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			<title>Memiors Of An Assassin</title>
			<description>There isn't enough time. I can not wait any longer. Quickly turning the knob, I carefully open the door. Sliding out, I lower my body to the ground, slithering like a snake, silent and deadly, down the long narrow corridor. The stone walls were damp with cold. The condensation spread across the floo..</description>
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			<title>Beauty</title>
			<description>She sat high, perched up upon a his shelf,a constant watch was placed, to ensure that his precious jewel,no harm would come,she was meant to shine,born from an Earth she could not touch,he loved he so,he loved her too much,soon her </description>
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			<title>Afraid of ME?</title>
			<description>They are afraid,of ME????It is quite clear.I am not normal,nor do I pretend to be,I am eccentric, artistic, poetic,and proud to be.I am my Mother's replica,with some added spunk.I am my Father's daughter,strength embedded in my DNA.No backing down from ME today.Fear me?Let them,I won't be contained,..</description>
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			<title>Hours</title>
			<description>The clock on the wall doesn't tick,it BANGS!It counts seconds that remain....Seconds until I have none left.Not being who I am is my only regret.Not jumping to experience,too afraid to explore,has me hanging my head,at the &quot;what ever for?&quot;.Why I have remained in shackles,for longer than I care to ad..</description>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>Running to hide.Running to be,the person I know is full of life,wanting to be free.Freedom has taken on a new face.It is what I have never experienced, yet never complained.Now I stand to scream and shout,&quot;Let me out of this box!&quot;These binds I can do without....</description>
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			<title>Sophie</title>
			<description>Her form dances passed me,in a flicker of excitement, I run to her....She smiles as she turns my way,acknowledging that she sees me.I stop. My feet now lead,I watch her move noiselessly in and out of the crammed spaces,people, obstructing my view, blocking my path.As if time slowed,I continue to gaz..</description>
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