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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>random thought passage</description>
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			<title>part 2</title>
			<description>18/01/2167&amp;nbsp;The snow is only worsening; I have nowbecome an occupant of the lower levels. I have no problem with them, though thelack of natural light is really throwing my body clock off. Even though thislittle Eden&amp;nbsp; has its own lightregulatory system in action there is..</description>
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			<title>part one</title>
			<description>17/01/2167&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s night.Again.But unlike the ordinary night I face,looking into the bleak space of sleeplessness and unnecessary noise I have cometo find the lack of power somewhat enduring and so forth allowing the peoplesurrounding my lonely little flat to furthe..</description>
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			<title>The diaries of a new world</title>
			<description>the diaries of a new world order</description>
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			<title>TOOTH</title>
			<description>how old do tooth-faries get?</description>
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			<title>Owl Pendant</title>
			<description>Cold green eyes peering out from my chestLooking upon the rain soaked worldBeaded drips running down her embellished featherscrusted with dark aged marks.Steely blank gaze looking over my pathclaws clutching nothing beak tight shutholding my secret deep inside her chestlistening to all and saying no..</description>
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			<title>i know.</title>
			<description>my thoughts right now</description>
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