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			<title>Obssesor </title>
			<description>Deceived by the hand of one so lovely. Claimed in false the heart of the next king of the wind. His screams rattling the castle walls around him. Thinking of the night they shared a dance to sweep away all emotion into senses of ecstasy and paradise. And there she stood. The powerful and the elegant..</description>
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			<title>Scared smile</title>
			<description>Its like a rap opera. Coming from one man to his wife.</description>
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			<title>The porcalin Doll</title>
			<description>What is within me.</description>
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			<title>What do you see?</title>
			<description>When you what do you see? Do you see the creature you see in you're nightmares. The evil your church preaches against. The thing in the night you warn your children of. Alexander is a younger blood. Was I wrong of him? He would stand before her. Her fearful eyes searching for a soul she can not find..</description>
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			<title>Dearest</title>
			<description>The Quill lay still and the paper folded crudely. An envelope cradling its web of lies. The writer lay asleep in the bed across. The man stares through her window,&amp;nbsp;poisoning his own mid with lust and looks away with shame.&amp;nbsp;But when he turns back,&amp;nbsp;their he see her. In her bed wrapped i..</description>
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