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			<description>It must be someone else&amp;#2013266066;sSadness,Soaked up from long walks Through rainy streetsFrom a little boy&amp;#2013266066;s wonky smileCalling to his mother In sounds I cannot understand.To my friend&amp;#2013266066;s stifled sorrowAs her heart achesAnd breaks from her eyesTo a..</description>
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			<title>Lull</title>
			<description>The space between your shoulder bladesDeepens with the weight of a shadow,And the lines in my forehead arePathways that wind into labyrinthsOf longingFor clouds to clear into a summers day;For breezes to breathe through our laced fingers;For the shadow to shift from your backAnd fo..</description>
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			<title>Urubamba, Peru</title>
			<description>Crass American voicesDrawling louder and fading awayOn a backdrop of cushioned mountains,Softening and deepeningWith the growth of evening shadow.A gentle, empty silenceSpreads across this abstract green squareOf a parkMotos interrupt the dreamAnd out of them spill the drivers..</description>
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			<title>Then</title>
			<description>Weight tugs on my fingersStretching across my chest,Spilling from my eyesSmudges of blue, green, brown,Close to orange, then blackWhite windows weep, Running into photosAnd unexpected memoriesArise out of reflections,Waiting to open me into a blurOf aching colourA wasted ..</description>
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			<title>Lament for a Somali Herdsman</title>
			<description>I had to write this in a Pastoral style for class. It's reflecting on a news article I read about some US bombings in rural Somalia.</description>
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			<title>Reflecting</title>
			<description>[i]An eclectic sky, flashes of frightening lighting up the shed. From the midst of the stormy shrouds breaks an intense blackness, falling like a lava lamp. Separate yet inseparable from the ever increasing darkness. A feisty mist of fear spreads through everything, into our stomachs, curling us int..</description>
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