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			<title>Lady Thorne</title>
			<description>With beauty and grace she walks through the placeWith her chin tilted up to the skyWith cunning and skill she goes for the killWhen she spots who she wants by her sideShe's tender and sweet, her body a treatHer pleasures she's willing to giveHer temper is sharp, it'll rip him apartAnd she'll bend hi..</description>
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			<title>Masterpiece</title>
			<description>My lover boy he comes to meWith eyes that burn like iceThat special glow that only existWhen I am by his sideThe armor plate that guards his loveHas melted with our fireAnd forged a hand around his heartThat labels him as mineWe share a love so strong that weAre willing to give upEvery dream or wish..</description>
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			<title>Searching for the Finish Line</title>
			<description>We were taken on ships to the land of the freeBecause of Black skin that didn't include meWe were bought and sold like acres of landSo we can jump and run at the white man's commandThe man himself then set us freeAn emancipation, a piece of paper to meSet free by law, but not by manWith the choice t..</description>
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			<title>Mother Earth</title>
			<description>Shoulders back, chest out, eyes sharp, sniff the windSmell the anger, the hunger of the beast withinNo second chance, no after thought, no guilt for her deedsJust lust for the souls that fertilize her seedCry Mercy! Cry Help! &amp;nbsp;Get angry and swear!You'll hear her whisper, &quot;It's not my job to car..</description>
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