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			<title>Shrapnel &amp;amp; Seeds</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You have a wayYou have a way of getting under my skinI find each dayI find another piece of you that&amp;rsquo;s deep withinI try to resistResist the way in me you grewBut uprooting missedAnd what I missed sprouted soon anewShrapnel slowly workingworking through the fresh-laid ..</description>
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			<title>Lullaby</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Washing tenderly upon the waves,my dreams of you, dressed by gentle handswere prepared for warm and deep-delved graves.A silent tide parted the once-dry sands,and our hushed love was laid to restwith stilled hands folded across its breast.&amp;nbsp;One last time, our memories passe..</description>
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			<title>Shooting Stars</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I threw myself inheart and soulfell hard and fast for you,you being the wholeof my worldsuddenly become incompleteYou gave me a savornothing but sweetthat always left meravenous for moremade me ever so recklessbut never so sure&amp;nbsp;I tasted you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Untitled 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A jumble of forgotten wordstumble down into my mindcrumble and are left behind.Memories from deep sleep stirredyawn and stretch and feel renewed.A distant thought, unsought, unwooedinvades my mind&amp;mdash;unwelcome guest,but too well-known to turn asideit comes and goes like oc..</description>
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			<title>Blue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;What winter stole the joyful blushand colored me with a dripping brushof blue? These icy night sky shutters,these thoughts that hide and softly mutter,close me in and constrict my breathing.Trying to still my inward seething,I delve and twist into unknowns, seekingfor the thing..</description>
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