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			<title>Spring</title>
			<description>_________Thunder arrives to bid the winter departing,Cloudburst plashes and petrichor glidingGrey hovers away to reveal the azure ocean hiding,Adorned by clouds that epitomise the sky standingSoaring yet complements the sage flourshing,Palette of greens, blues, and whites combining..</description>
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			<title>Those Sunday Evenings</title>
			<description>_________Another iterative loop coming to termination,When the starlight shines from the horizon.The ultimate golden spell of the day,Before the evermore sombre night.A cool breeze wanders through the trees,When sapiens vanished in their retreats.Observing the stillness attaine..</description>
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			<title>To lose my mind and find my soul</title>
			<description>_________As the Sun pays homage to the skyDarkening the blue and adorning it with golden one last time.I traverse on the rugged path, for one last lap around the sage among urban heights.Which still retains the essence of the home where they never belonged.So similar, yet so fore..</description>
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			<title>Sapiens, a Cosmos</title>
			<description>__________Species who leapt the impossible,Unwrapping what was shrouded by the mystery.We, members of the human race,Holders of the intricate intellect.Our philosophies, complicated, and our lives, twisted.How could they not be?Our eyes, carrying more depth than the abyss of ..</description>
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