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			<title>Life...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The pretentious rock Craggy and malformed Jutting brazen Upon the sandy shore Suffering The slow and steady onslaught of the ocean's perpetual rhythm Eventually To become a pebble Small and insignificant Yet smooth to the touch And curiously beautiful In its own right..</description>
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			<title>Lust and Love</title>
			<description>Lust is~ The b***h howling, eager, for her mate Love is~ The mother suckling her babe, tender, at her breast&amp;nbsp;Together they&amp;nbsp;are~ Deep-rooted reverence laid beneath a bed of ecstasy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Do you feel me...</title>
			<description>Teetering&amp;hellip; on that prolific edge of mediocrity Groping&amp;hellip; like some street-ravaged w***e in the darkness Clinging&amp;hellip; to that abstract formality of &quot;us&quot; Drowning&amp;hellip; as you lie, complacent, in your nothingness</description>
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			<title>The Succulent Flower</title>
			<description>Do you wish to taste the succulent flower as she grows, anxious, in the garden? Morning's blush arouses her soft pink petals and they become warm and moist with dew A sweet musky scent fills the air It calls to you and you cannot resist Her sultry aroma holds the promise of una..</description>
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			<title> What if Dante Alighieri helped me re-discover my lifes purpose? (In reference to) The Divine Comedy</title>
			<description>Pity me, the down-trodden, Dearest friend&quot;whom I dare beseech Might I have but a moment of your time? Would you kindly allow a humble minion, Such as me, Entry beyond your furtive realm? For I have met you not, but know you still Your words echo throughout my soul And speak to me..</description>
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			<title>Timothy</title>
			<description>Where are you You do not come to me When I call your name How long shall I wait I walk alone in the shadows Where only the moon shines bright Will you be my guide I stood there In this place Once And knelt And wept Sweet child Beautiful I wish to drink you in I wish to ..</description>
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			<title>The Days of Youth and Folly</title>
			<description>'Twas well beyond the thicketSet back among the woodO'er the sodden pastureWhere my home it stoodHumble was its presenceFor it fared quite small in sizeThough it seemed a splendid palaceTo my simple child-like eyesA hat it wore of shinglesA mask it wore of stoneAnd wild was its g..</description>
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			<title>Release[d]</title>
			<description>Beloved sea, you beckon, and I awaken at your requestI can hear your song, so seductive, whisper against my earYour kiss, the gentle spray upon my cheekOh, how I hunger for your cool embraceMight I dwell in your kingdom, my Prince?You tempt me to discover secrets withinDare I venture int..</description>
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			<title>Beneath my Dormant Mask</title>
			<description>I was born of the seaI rose from her stark, sunless depthsLike some luxurious nymphProud and beautifulStanding against her endless rageUnafraid and joyousMy sea, she fed meAnd nurtured meI suckled of her salty sea-milkAnd felt her icy grasp drip down my throat..</description>
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