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			<title>My Armour</title>
			<description>I cast my lies so their shadowy net falls wide about my shoulders.They weigh upon my heavily likeRusted armour, stretched thin and pitted.&amp;nbsp;But this armour is not for my protection,It is a daily conjuring to protect the worldFrom the demons within my crass, brass soul..</description>
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			<title>Change the Mannequin's Face</title>
			<description>I have learned to dream again. Imagination&amp;rsquo;s new begins,A ripple in a still pool.&amp;nbsp;They leave fleeting impressions.I have met someone,Someone of substance.&amp;nbsp;Unabandoned self-worth returns,A living memory of happinessCast by an ethereal body.&amp;..</description>
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			<title>The Call</title>
			<description>She calls,Her body calls me&amp;hellip; I am helpless to respond.I call&amp;nbsp;my body calls her&amp;hellip; she is helpless to respond.&amp;nbsp;The fire of our bodies burns fast and deep&amp;nbsp;Fueling each others flame of passion with our coreDrawning from us that which we do not want to willing giveAnd yet feed..</description>
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			<title>Tomorrow</title>
			<description>As a child I had no concept of tomorrow,All I knew was the moment the &amp;ldquo;now&amp;rdquo;Happy tantrums and joyful begins.&amp;nbsp;As an adolescent tomorrow meant tomorrow.The next day and no further, something to be anticipatedAnd relished like loves first kiss.&amp;nbsp;As a..</description>
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