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			<title>A Maze Confusion</title>
			<description>I like to write with vagueness. With meaning that would ring clear to those who are willing to look and be meaningless to those who could careless. </description>
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			<title>Letter From the Heart</title>
			<description>An emotional tale of emotions.</description>
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			<title>The Tale of Shorts</title>
			<description>Sometimes I just want to write for the sake of writing. Don't worry, I put a lot of thoughts into these before submitting them. After all they are my precious jewels though they might not be yours.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - Dream of Home</title>
			<description>She dream of the day she would return home. The only thing she didn't expect is the changes.</description>
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			<title>Lucinda - Crimson Blade</title>
			<description>A young Dampier must face the reality of the place she once calls home. Her identity is split between two world. Her existence prove how fragile the existence of peace really is. </description>
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			<title>A Gift Unnoticed</title>
			<description>When I started writing this poem, I thought about everything that's around me. Of the one thing that can either be a gift or a living hell, depending on the person. Do you know that gift that is given to everyone? Such a gift that's right in front of you.</description>
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