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			<title>Stream of Consciousness</title>
			<description>doubled up inside - i don't f*****g know what to think - i'm a mess - everyone can see - no one gets what the f**k is going on - neither do i - give me a reason to be - no not to be - okay just give me some reason so that i don't go out of my mind - no no no nevermind - it's too late for tha..</description>
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			<title>Body Heat</title>
			<description>The day died awayLet another one inSo little to sayIn favour of my sinOpen the windowTurn conditioning offThere is no wind thoughPut your head in the stoveInhale the hot airHail new day's arrivalYou know it's unfairTo you I'm no rivalGive me a head startA hint before you hitBefore I turn tartIn this..</description>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>Silence is excruciating. It deafens, slaying all the sounds more surely than the loudest noise one can imagine. It captures the mind, grips the heart with vehement force like it never intends to let go. A serene night gives an illusion of calmness, tranquility; this is pretence: millions of ideas fl..</description>
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