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			<title>Leaving Home</title>
			<description>Tear filled grey-blue orbs stared deeply into the hard, serious pair of green-blue eyes&amp;nbsp;before them. As her heart slammed into her battered ribcage. Her shaking hand moved towards to woman she loved, occasionally grazing the surface of the polished oak dinning room table that seperated the two...</description>
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			<title>Fear of losing</title>
			<description>Pain gripped my heartAs i watched her still formThe only sign of lifeIs the weak breathing&amp;nbsp;Outside on the streets belowRed and Green can be seen aglowCheers and Merry greetingsAs loved ones are meeting&amp;nbsp;Yet the only cheer in hereIs in the childrens ward belowAs they open their christmas pre..</description>
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			<title>Falling </title>
			<description>The winds tender caressIt's sweet lullabyWishing a final goodnight&amp;nbsp;As&amp;nbsp;i fell from the handsOf a once&amp;nbsp;caring, lost soulThat had plucked me From my eternal home&amp;nbsp;I now lay dyingOn this hard side-walkListening to the laughter passing byRed pooled around me&amp;nbsp;I am broken &amp;nbsp;A Fa..</description>
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