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			<title>Candle Light</title>
			<description>a candle is litit burns, flickersit illuminatesit warmsshadows are given to things around itcovered by the lightgiven existence out of darknesssometimes brightsometimes dimever shortening'til nothing is leftin an instantit is blown out</description>
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			<title>The Wise Man's Way</title>
			<description>a wise man speakswith actions loudand words softa wise man acceptswhen he is wrongcriticism&amp;nbsp;when well placedbut never words unquestioneda wise man seesbeauty in even the simplest of thingssimplicity in the most complexunity amongst differenceand elegance in the everydaya wise man knowsto speak ..</description>
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			<title>An Ocean's Wave</title>
			<description>i feel the sun's warmthhear the squall of a sea gulland smell the ever lingering scent of kelpthe ocean swellsa kid laughs with a ballanother cries amidst mounds of sandpeople are laughingsome even kissingi dig my toes deepto sand not yet warmedsmelling the saliferous breezeas it chills my skinthe w..</description>
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			<title>Here I Lie</title>
			<description>the wind so coldand home so farthe lightflickered as i fellfar i have walkedhere i will lienone will knowwhat i have donehow hard i have foughthow far i have comesnow covers my facethe cold is creeping inmy life leaves with each breaththe snow stained redi weep for things i will never seemy wifemy s..</description>
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			<title>The Passing of Time</title>
			<description>the sun goesthe moon comesand so on as it's always beenanother day closer to deathanother day more of lifean experience gaineda wrinkle foundwisdom replaces youthas present replaces pastlife should be livedso when death arrivesone shouldn't need any more life to liveso, is the passing of time</description>
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