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			<title>Our Desert</title>
			<description>Every arrow pointing forward, but each slightly askew.&amp;nbsp;All some form of guide for a new me and you.&amp;nbsp;I pulled the car to the side and watched the traffic race by.&amp;nbsp;I searched for your face, but you were nowhere in sight.&amp;nbsp;Here in this desert of fear, loss, and doubt.&amp;nbsp;Please let..</description>
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			<title>The Bad Habit</title>
			<description>When I saw the signs, I kept on driving.And when the path finally cleared, I could see the end.And as the streetlights went off and the city grew silent,I drove my car right off of the cliff.&amp;nbsp;I felt in slow motion the twisting and turning.I let go the wheel and floated mid air.I watched as the ..</description>
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			<title>Somewhere Only We Know</title>
			<description>Preface</description>
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			<title>Somewhere Only We Know</title>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The rains of the Heavens purge the stains of the world.As the crystal waters quaintly coerce the inhabitance of all life as we know it.Oh happy day that it should be the washing of rain.As God sends His tears to cry on the lonely and forgotten.Cleansing their souls of what is otherwise..</description>
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			<title>The Frail</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;What is going on...I've always had this fixed sense of balance in my head. Something that kept me grounded and controlled all the little thoughts and desires I had.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was pretty out there, but in the most settle of ways. I had the unfathom..</description>
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			<title>Transparency</title>
			<description>Transparent.For the billionth time, I've become transparent.I leaped into that path,cried caresses of that name,&amp;nbsp;intertwined with those hands.I've fought off demons by that side; we've entertained angels.&amp;nbsp;Still transparent.&amp;nbsp;How is it I always manage to become transpare..</description>
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