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			<title>the 93 day</title>
			<description>an  eshort story avout to lovers who were seperated, finaly getting to see eachother, how that moment is, and the moments leading up to it.</description>
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			<title>rain</title>
			<description>i wrote this about a love, that ran into an inevitable end and how somone would feel afterwords.</description>
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			<title>lifes ocean</title>
			<description>i made this up one night, when i couldnt sleep</description>
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			<title>whats become</title>
			<description>broken promises drip down my arm in a deep red rivera stream created by my moms good kitchen silversharp enough to peirce my skin but not my soulthis is the only pain i can controlmy body is now all but mineforever a slave to the tics of timecursed to live though i am dead--or at least thats what my..</description>
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