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			<title>Poisonous Love</title>
			<description>Poisonous Love A human heart is a fragile thing,It can tick in rhyme with time.With time it can learn to love, A sweetheart that can stop time with one touch.Electric feelings surge through the bodyTowards the destinationThe heart.  A crack,There and here.The heart that w..</description>
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			<title>Ecstasy of my Dreams</title>
			<description>Its a small taste of the dreams that haunt me for a while now. Please ignore the grammar, because i was trying to capture it straight after I woke. Before I forget the dream. </description>
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			<title>If I could lock away my guilt</title>
			<description>If I could lock away my guilt, I would embrace every dark and twisted evil within me. I do not know who I am, I do not know where I am going. But I wish upon my shadow and every twitch of velvet dull blackness to find myself in this coal burned earth.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I imagined being death itself. My..</description>
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			<title>White bone </title>
			<description>I dreamed of death, as he came to me. He gazed into my eyes as a lost lover. Perhaps I knew him in a past life I thought. His looks wore unnatural, he was all pale white bone. He wore a funny hat, that made me think he had a good sence of humour. He stared with his glimmering eye at me, which made m..</description>
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