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			<title>Ghosts Inhibit</title>
			<description>I've been on the same subject all night...feeling trapped with no way out. Excuse the too many poems dealing with the same subject matter xo</description>
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			<title>Staring Into The Abyss With You</title>
			<description>This is sheer me being dramatic with words. But I always write what I feel, it comes from inside me. I feel trapped, I write, like now...</description>
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			<title>MIrrors Breaking And Clocks Sooth</title>
			<description>This is written for a contest I found randomly here that wants you to depict a real incident. So here it is. </description>
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