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			<title>Dust on the page</title>
			<description>it is a sinister tickingtime that isand as the sea cares nothing of the leviathantime will have no conversation with our hopes and dreamsand relentless as she may be she is not born of malice or harmful intentonly simple indifference to whether we breath or sleepand I have found percep..</description>
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			<title>Red Pills</title>
			<description>SoIt finally happenedThe other day last weekSix monthsA year, I can't recallBut it happened.I heard a voiceOn the other side of the wireit was screaming with bullhorn truthand eleventh hour  timelines it said look and seeAnd there were handsPushing me beneath the earth..</description>
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