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			<title>Butterfly Effect</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;With the grace of a monarchHer heartFlutters&amp;nbsp;In her blue eyesReflected&amp;nbsp;A tiny flame flickers&amp;nbsp;She watchesIn a silent tranceAs her whispersMake the fire dance&amp;nbsp;A thin wisp of white smokeMetamorphoses to grayAnd the deadly tango swaysAcross a..</description>
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			<title>Paralyzed</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The excruciating realization of betrayalWedged between my shoulder blades&amp;nbsp;Fingers, toesNumb to pain&amp;nbsp;Unable to move forwardI stayParalyzedForever in this place&amp;nbsp;The sharp painPenetrates my heart&amp;nbsp;He looks into my eyesStill clutching the knifeH..</description>
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			<title>The Edge</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem for a man who's grandfather was given one week to live.</description>
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			<title>Illusion</title>
			<description>It burns With the power of a sun Eating its way through the liesThe deadly sensationStings my eyesTears stream down my faceAnd turn to vaporFrom the distanceIt radiates an aura An illusion of obtain abilityA deception of freedomBaitLuring the na&amp;iuml;veDevouring the hopef..</description>
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			<title>The Cottage</title>
			<description>Just a memory of a trip to michigan to visit my family.</description>
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			<title>Reflection</title>
			<description>Irreparably crushedMy worldAbandoned faith Truth diminished Deceit, an atrocious actPressureTrillions of miniscule pieces Like lead in my chestSinking into my intestinesTwisting, wrenchingRetchingOpen my swollen eyesObserve the world outsidePerfect innocent infantBruise..</description>
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			<title>Surrender</title>
			<description>There is an ocean as deep as spaceYet shallow as your spiritThis ocean is as dark as nightYet&amp;nbsp;still more bright then SiriusThis ocean is as strong as wordsYet tender as a flowerI dive inSwimSurrender to its powerI can feel its warmth envelope my soulIt's terrifying ..</description>
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