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			<title>Untitled Song</title>
			<description>This is a song that I have been working on </description>
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			<title>The Diagnosis is Panic Disorder</title>
			<description>The Sickness is ComingThis is the questionShould I write, or should I sleep?ObliviousMy body is meltingFalling into deep slumberSoftly strumming musicI've lost my train of thought againMust surrender youThere has been a change in the energyAnd the sickness is comingSilence fills my lungsIt's getting..</description>
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			<title>A Season in Middle America</title>
			<description>How can I sleepwith the overabundance of ink?It is calling me to empty itPour out feverishlyalong soft blue&amp;nbsp;linesbetween&amp;nbsp;red bordersmy heart contained&amp;nbsp;in these confinesmy mind opens upthe narrow empty&amp;nbsp;space betweenthis&amp;nbsp;endless&amp;nbsp;space&amp;nbsp;betweencan I not make&amp;nbsp;somet..</description>
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			<title>Our Room by the Sea (Singer Island, FL 2004)</title>
			<description>With the heat comes the rageAnd by the time the sun goes downMadness has settled inOur weary cement CaptainOblivious to vagabonds lurking over the lagoonOnly we who are jaded by realityOnly we seeOnly we will hideNightfall makes the maggots&amp;nbsp;impatient&amp;nbsp;Longing to devour flesh that has not ye..</description>
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