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			<title>5.41am / An investigation into sleepless nights</title>
			<description>        &amp;lsquo;Please God hide me from ideas,&amp;rsquo; I murmur, pulling the covers over my unease. I squint my closed eyes as if the darkness will comfort me more that way, but it does not. It does however lay emphasis on this forced and superficial attempt at sleep. My mind spews..</description>
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			<title>VII. The Desert</title>
			<description> &amp;ldquo;This isn&amp;rsquo;t real&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The roof fell behind me and I pushed the charcoal figure aside. When I took away all the people who had built me like this, I felt a sense of freedom. I felt the rain pour over me, and tasted the mixture of water and tears. I was ..</description>
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			<title>VI. The City</title>
			<description> On pure instinct I followed street signs and made it to a row of what looked like just rooms. As I was walking my necklace flared and one opened to reveal four grey walls and a small grey bed. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I guess this is home&amp;rdquo; I said to myself as I curled up in th..</description>
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			<title>V. The Train</title>
			<description> A train pulled up at the station I was standing on. It was large and black and in strange pieces with machinery everywhere. It was unnerving seeing the wires and cables so close so I just concentrated on the inside of the carriage. &amp;nbsp;I stepped onto it. My necklace fl..</description>
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			<title>IV. The Ocean</title>
			<description> I walked to the edge of the beach, and then into the waves until it was waist high. As I waded I felt the dirt and leaves disintegrating into the ocean. Underneath all this water I became aware of my breathing. The fact that I could breathe became fascinating so I did, and I..</description>
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			<title>III. The Forest and The Field</title>
			<description> When I opened my eyes I was in a field. What looked like wheat and felt like water surrounded my legs in swirls of gold and white. I saw a little girl in a white silk dress crouched amongst it. Her brown hair combined with a crimson hat were covering her eyes and nose. She h..</description>
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			<title>II. The Void</title>
			<description> The bright light burned my eyes and I shut them. At first all I could see was the red light of my eyelids. A life&amp;rsquo;s worth of sun spots attacking my brain and coarsing through me, forcing my body to shake and my ears to ring with white noise. I felt a sickness hit the b..</description>
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			<title>I. Preludes</title>
			<description> &amp;ldquo;There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already h..</description>
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			<title>Seven</title>
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			<title>I can't understand.</title>
			<description>Angst at the world for turningThe words forever churningFrom the soul within me burningYelling, screaming - &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am freeHowever now it seemsI'm living; dying in a dream..</description>
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			<title>Alien</title>
			<description>Iamnot here.I focus on shadowsinstead of my thoughts,entrancedas they drift,Dancing,past my wearinessand clouded mindIamnot here.Hypnosis-Jeopardising all That I've come to Love.But she speaksand I cannot hear.I cannotFeel.I just nodalong to th..</description>
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			<title>Heartbeat</title>
			<description>My heart is whole.My heart does not come in pieces.You cannot rearrange it,nor can I fill it with emptiness.I cannot give it to youany more than you can break it.All it does is beat beatbeatagainst my chest,as it pumps blood through my impatient veins-keeping me alive. My..</description>
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			<title>Ambiguous Amphibians</title>
			<description>with amber skin and amber eyesthrough amber sap a mile wideambiguous to all&amp;nbsp; - she glidesambiguously small - she ridesthe always constant ebbing tide-but never kicks and never hidesbecause she never needs to.she ambles quietly awayamber skin on amber bayamphibious - in separ..</description>
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			<title>Pacing</title>
			<description> I close the car door. I wave without looking back. I do not smell the roses. I do not wait for the cat to decide if it wants to come inside. I put my bag down in my room. I sit down. I am overcome with indecision. My phone rings. I let it ring. I stare at the wall. Ring. I s..</description>
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			<title>Musings of a Refridgerator</title>
			<description>    How many times have you seen, whilst watching some form of film, the opening and closing of a fridge? It&amp;rsquo;s a beautiful shot. It creates a sense of normality, but also has a sense of artistry. A perfect frame, and lighting of course is abundant. But it&amp;rsquo;s beauty doe..</description>
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			<title>Rogue Celery</title>
			<description> Wandering around the fruit and vegetable section of Safeway I&amp;rsquo;m watching the people who are wandering with a bit more purpose than me. Perhaps they&amp;rsquo;re hunting for that perfect apple, or quince, or pumpkin, or zucchini or whatever the hell takes their fancy. Out..</description>
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			<title>Ebb and Flow</title>
			<description> Two outlawed souls with flames embeddedIn their minds; and from a far distanceThey share their sparks and shreddedThoughts of life to explain their existence&amp;nbsp;----&amp;nbsp;CalmBuilds tensionAs the desperate windMangled the leaves and sticksTaking them ..</description>
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			<title>Spilt Milk</title>
			<description>White and cool it swirled about my kitchen floor,The cruel, lethargic dripping, ticking like the clock,Echoed harshly against my silence; forced my escape-I stepped outside my skin and fell from shock-I lay on the black of my kitchen floor and felt A thousand blows from simple past mis..</description>
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			<title>Slave to Time</title>
			<description>Awoken from the small death of sleepby a series of synchronised beeps,and with little reason beckon into the cold and dark,no doubt of it's intention and no rebellious remarks.The unfaltering zombies of life they wander,effortlessly growing blue-eyed and blonder.They congregate and sal..</description>
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