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			<title>technicolor</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Saw you last night in the middle of the roadFeelings rushed in gallant processionsI know you from before, yeah so many years ago.I think we were a little lost and more than a little undecidedWhat happened? Some thing must have been saidI lost him once, never to another and never ag..</description>
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			<title>something i considered</title>
			<description>Infatuation is not love.Infatuation is infatuation.Don&amp;rsquo;t confuse the two, that fallacy can cause unimaginable pain.Don&amp;rsquo;t ever believe words over actionsAnd never trust actions over wordsA compromise is worth contemplation.Nothing is ever &amp;quot;simple&amp;quot;There is no such t..</description>
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			<title>3/29/08</title>
			<description>Trees and stars contrast one another under darker skiesWith the moon; bare skinnedAbsent of light and stealing from anotherComplicationI find a solace in not seeing my own scarsI know them each and every oneEyes closedI remember every curveEvery imperfectionEvery touch of warmthR..</description>
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			<title>Human Frailty and the Caged Bird</title>
			<description>Weakness is a state of mind and it takes many forms&amp;hellip;.It is love, lust, hatred, beauty, indifference, sadness, pain and greedAnything that we allow to break usEmotion that seeps inside us and destroys who we thought we were.The realization that we&amp;rsquo;ve lost somethingThat somethin..</description>
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