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			<title>Mental Buffet</title>
			<description>Shifty, devilish, night eyesWatching, praying, like vultures on the prow.&amp;nbsp;You smell the weak on me. The distraught.&amp;nbsp;Inside you grow, slither, cringe.&amp;nbsp;The buffet of your nourishment, that I am.I seek to rid you, to divide your existence from mine.But what can you, me, and I do;We are o..</description>
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			<title>The Road</title>
			<description>My desire of the road, at times, takes the best of me. 
I also haven't actually sat down and attempted to write a poem in quite the while, and I found myself emotionally and physically exhausted.  </description>
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			<title>Human Navigation</title>
			<description>In the works. </description>
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