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			<title>Remedy of Compassion</title>
			<description>The blood red ink on my lips stains your skin,&amp;nbsp;a cascade of sweet cologne as you slither by.Grasp your jaw as you linger&amp;hellip; gently, compassionately.&amp;nbsp;Do you feel the warmth from my cheeks?Brushed against you,&amp;nbsp;softly, slowly and above all, passionately.&amp;nbsp;Skin, awakened by the n..</description>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>murder her with suffering wordssurrender the pain and give breath your strength swallow the tongue that swears they shall slick back and stare slice the heart for the demon can be unfair the devil's name is fear </description>
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			<title>How you're alike </title>
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			<title>This Is The Place</title>
			<description>Strolling along the beaten pathutterly alone, I strive onto where the road ends.Past the wooden fence, our meadow is.Twirling across the open fieldthe breeze slides past me, essence of perfection.This was our place, a peaceful acquaintance.But abolished by an unknown infection,..</description>
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			<title>Jesus Held Me Tonight</title>
			<description>A girl wanders off from her village, and explains how she feels as the she's dying in a snow storm, until Jesus saves her.</description>
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