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			<title>Clairsentience</title>
			<description>Open, Yet untoldA feeling, in sight to scary to beholdA physical messageIf&amp;nbsp;channeled, a passageTo the world yet seenOr even that which has beenI know, I feelBut have never seen for realThe struggle still foughtMaybe I am to be taughtNot flee and not to hideNot to fight but to guideTo see, to kn..</description>
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			<title>Always love</title>
			<description>As The Blessed Forgotten torment my mind.The Masters of Hate capture the souls of the reincarnated.While Gods watch The Fates hold on the living.When the sun rises in the North,the Moon will whisper the names of The Chosen to the dead.I know the watchers of Earth stare in disgrace,As the living dest..</description>
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			<title>Untitled II</title>
			<description>Awkward&amp;nbsp;anticipation&amp;nbsp;of events causing much frustration&amp;nbsp;.Faces unknown,&amp;nbsp;not accepting, unkind.Rejected, dejected..........NO........Wait, rewind.Awkward&amp;nbsp;anticipation of events causing&amp;nbsp;much&amp;nbsp;elation.&amp;nbsp;Faces unknown, reflective of same.Shining with want of accepta..</description>
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			<title>Old Daze</title>
			<description>Miss the old dayz.&amp;nbsp;Kingaroy Ballogie daze.&amp;nbsp;Getting fucked up in all&amp;nbsp;differnt wayz.&amp;nbsp;When ma Fam was friendz.&amp;nbsp;All tripping hard, on the&amp;nbsp;same mind bendz.&amp;nbsp;Dodgey scripts and dexanphetamines.Lack of sleep bringing on living dreamz.&amp;nbsp;Breathing bulbs for&amp;nbsp;whippin ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chrislette/951943/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Unopened, untold and yet to unfold.&amp;nbsp;To big to imagine, to immense to behold.This thing thats inside me, I cant control.But to remain sane,&amp;nbsp;To maintain this that I cant contain,I am cold.Cold to the world and to all of its people.The sheep and the cowards and mentally feeble.How am I to see..</description>
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