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			<title>I Met a Man Named Bullshit Brown</title>
			<description>A man dabbling in his own insanity.</description>
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			<title>A Goddess Amoung Men</title>
			<description>Loves embrace.</description>
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			<title>Beauty in Surrender</title>
			<description>Can you surrender to the truth?</description>
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			<title>The King</title>
			<description>How far can the King see from the top of his castle?</description>
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			<title>She Knows Peace</title>
			<description>Delicate pleasures of a fragile heart.A blank wall full of colour.A fools criticism and an artists acceptance.Her face, beautiful.Her mind serene.She knows not of what she seeks, but she seeks truth.In herself, perhaps unkind, she sees a fissure of doubt.She tries to climb but the stone is laden thi..</description>
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