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		<description>The original writings of author W. Lynch</description>
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			<title>Excerpt 1</title>
			<description>A conversation between two of the supporting characters in the book, Anastasia and Skyler.</description>
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			<title>Living Roots</title>
			<description>The mountain's lipsBreathe the windThat gives a life to me.&amp;nbsp;Granting meA soul to reach,The branches of a tree.</description>
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			<description>Don't you understand?I&amp;nbsp;will forever love you...Though it's not returned.</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Take me home,For the love that's in thine's eye.Bring me home,Birthing an angel to the sky.Send me home,Trade my hundred truths for one lie.I am home,Keep me for the years that pass by.</description>
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			<title>Emerge</title>
			<description>One and Two,Lips so blue.Their different minds,Opposite lives.Hearts became numb,And there was no one.&amp;nbsp;And so their lives became one.</description>
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			<title>Just a thought...</title>
			<description>I'm lying here.I'm lying here.I'm dieing here,And still i fear&amp;nbsp;That if I&amp;nbsp;Open my eyesOne more timeI will despise&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Being Ali..</description>
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			<title>Valentine</title>
			<description>I wanted to try writing, but the beginning letter of every line was a sentence.</description>
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			<title>Thank You</title>
			<description>A poem I started long, long ago that was very hateful and written out of anger. When I found it amongst the ancient wall carvings of the beginning of time in an old file, I finished it, so glad that I waited.</description>
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			<title>All That Glitters Is Not Gold.</title>
			<description>Deception can be a a bothersome little devil sometimes.</description>
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			<title>Me?</title>
			<description>I've always had a question as to who I am. Everyone has this dilemma at some point, and of course in my simple yet uncontrollable mind i cooked up the solution I must either be an unharnessed genius the likes of which were before my time, OR I was simply</description>
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