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			<title>Sonnet</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The mark of Lust views childhood's endhe plucked the petal from pursed lipsThe heart within the bosom throbbing sentthe taste of knowledge, to be slowly kissedCircling her virgin form, he sought her handspun words of ever, lies of loveLust pins her down to take his standSadness..</description>
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			<title>Lucid Silver</title>
			<description>11/24/2000</description>
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			<title>Who says milk doesn't go in the cupboard</title>
			<description>Again...journal entry more than anything else</description>
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			<title>Beautiful collapse</title>
			<description>This is more journal entry than anything else</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>This is an unedited idea I jotted down while on my way to florida</description>
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			<title>Untitlted</title>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>There is a sadness in 'goodbye' that breaks the heartand hears the silenced soul's outcry for love.There is a permanance that shadowsall sharp edges like a stone,thats how we known heartache to be our ownand tears--the body's courageto make such torment&amp;nbsp;known</description>
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