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			<title>Z29</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Wandering at night, &amp;quot;...its not dark as it seems&amp;quot;, remembering what the path might be. &amp;quot;Don't blink, this moment ain't everlasting. Once you stop its over and its gone&amp;quot;Now color Light Blue at Three no less, feel the cold breezestrangely feels familiar so i slowly clutch..</description>
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			<title>in passing</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Somewhere, in some garden where her eyes meet mine and where our fingers touch Her lips make me step into the unknown. Just let go. Never loose, but embraceI'm caught in between absence of loneliness and her swooning.Delicate fingers run past each other in this maze of human emot..</description>
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			<title>propheteering</title>
			<description>i pledge allegiance to you god and to the nation divisible it stands, a nation divisible it standsi read a book, over my shoulder yeah girlfriend, she's preoccupied staring at your technicolor carpet out now she's figuring life outshe says, &amp;quot;we are all geometric shapes and poetic prose scat..</description>
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			<title>heal</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Downside, self-sufficient, little jaded, anorexicWake up early hit the books forget your life now for this secondDon't touch the fruit let alone meNever really knowing nothing's ever worth thinking about&amp;nbsp;Tested positive mental case, correct prognosis, you faceless faceStand up..</description>
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			<title>Sane Man</title>
			<description>first to William Hicks</description>
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			<title>Ambulance</title>
			<description>thoughts...</description>
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