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		<description>The original writings of author Poison Ivy</description>
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			<title>Not so Mr. Merrily</title>
			<description>With all the swinging ropes&amp;nbsp;I've been tangled up&amp;nbsp;cartwheels and backflips&amp;nbsp;the crowd never cheermostly they just stare&amp;nbsp;I'm tangled up and bleeding&amp;nbsp;each orifice draininghemorrhaging&amp;nbsp;I wish this trapeze could be the final rope&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to c..</description>
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			<title>A Trick for You, A Treat For Me</title>
			<description>A misty church yard waits &amp;nbsp;a coffin ever so slightly ajarthe daunting glaring gargoyles &amp;nbsp;spit bitterness and decay on the livingwho enter cautiously below&amp;nbsp;have you ever held your breath so long&amp;nbsp;your lungs began to burn?&amp;nbsp;that the burning&amp;nbsp;and the brill..</description>
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			<title>Blood Red and Gleaming </title>
			<description>Through a crumbling gate&amp;nbsp;it began&amp;nbsp;at the end of our worlda ghoulish journey I'd&amp;nbsp;shuddered to embraceas they swiftly approachedswallowed my voice&amp;nbsp;was captured in tunnel visions noose &amp;nbsp;like my alarming night terrors&amp;nbsp;tearing me from sleep&amp;nbsp;demons an..</description>
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			<title>The Unreachable Distraught </title>
			<description>Voices screaming&amp;nbsp;from the time my ears could hearmy unprepared heart wept&amp;nbsp;I am as helpless as theyand may always&amp;nbsp;look this way and thatat the cries and moans&amp;nbsp;I see their pain and feel their pasts&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No mortal mind has desired so greatly&amp;nbsp;to reach out and..</description>
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			<title>Smokey Driftings </title>
			<description>Drifting through this alley waymy sights rest lazily upon&amp;nbsp; window abovelit with warmthradiator&amp;nbsp;yeah, I knowthough not what I'm saying&amp;nbsp;hmmm..... harm heartsI wonderI ponder&amp;nbsp;into a loosely rolled cigarette&amp;nbsp;flickering in the darknessI love the noise it makes&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Erratic Shackles</title>
			<description>Erratic, a word some think of so little&amp;nbsp;for some think little of it&amp;nbsp;Is it better to be rather frantic in&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;effort to consummate existence?Inflamed with hope of a tragedy&amp;nbsp;at the end of your rope&amp;nbsp;and im sure you've used up all the onesyou found lying arou..</description>
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			<title>Given Half The Chance</title>
			<description>Cradle her sweet face for mekiss her tiny wishes if they surfaceI would have....given half the chanceIn the spotlight of a cloud hidden weeping moonI should have noticedthat it wore the same anguish as Imy lonely angel was in the rainslipping slowly through my fingersmy sweet lost one...How tight I ..</description>
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			<title>They Might As Well Be Dead</title>
			<description>Not so very long agogive or take a few decades or so&amp;hellip;that times lost value in your mindsit guaranteed a swift escapehow would you prefer me to think now?my ghostly shadows&amp;nbsp;my dearly nearly departed&amp;nbsp;your smiles were my silent music&amp;nbsp;your laughter&amp;hellip;. wait? what do you care?&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Before...</title>
			<description>Maybe you don't understand&amp;nbsp;my love&amp;nbsp;my only one&amp;nbsp;the ease of existence only lasted &amp;nbsp;when I had always felt &amp;nbsp;cold wind on my shouldersI never shivered oncebefore....An illusion of fermentation&amp;nbsp;just well hidden decayyes, remember once,&amp;nbsp;that was my heartevery year&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>A Freak Among Freaks</title>
			<description>Subtly does the pearl necklace I wear of fearUnder a horrible clutching pressure that kills me every day &amp;nbsp;Incidentally, wouldn't it be nice to slip away without a fight&amp;nbsp;Cold cactus spiked criticisms &amp;nbsp;I have cried over so many timesDays before afternoon tea&amp;nbsp;All my love..</description>
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			<title>Freedom of the Lines on My Face</title>
			<description>I have seen these melodies of the heartAm I so far away from the truth that I cannot make a stand?A small frog places its head upon my breasts in an attempt to hearMan will never feel freedom, for in the idea of freedom is a prisonIn prison their is a freedom undescribedLove has gone, to sleep besid..</description>
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			<title>All the While </title>
			<description>All the while I've been taken down to my kneesmy undoing is undoneby the wretched scene in mindBeautiful singer from old days past&amp;nbsp;fill their eyes with her smile&amp;nbsp;with bright so do illuminations rise&amp;nbsp;in once clear spectral orbsYes, I'll cry and bleed&amp;nbsp;have you not felt such pain?Wh..</description>
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			<title>Faceless March</title>
			<description>Unborn destinyunknowingly tied into the written wordamongst the many grey faced marchersthose who claim to see but can'tlike the souls with ears on their finger tipslaughter springs from a flick of the wristexistencean easy picture to bemusewhen you can't tell the lights have gone outthe grey facesm..</description>
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			<title>Cherry Arizona </title>
			<description>Chloe had been panicking for the past two hours. The family had brought up the subject of sending her away so many times when it came to her &quot;erratic rebellious behavior&quot;. It had started with the hushed whispers between her mother and grandmother over coffee after dinner. Whether they knew she was e..</description>
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			<title>Asylum Seeker</title>
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			<title>Good Little Church Girl</title>
			<description>The repressed sexual fantasies of a good little church girl are finally fulfilled.....</description>
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