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			<title>2.6.09</title>
			<description>i dream too often.too often do i slip away to an existence that is not my own.i am pulled into a world that doesn't belong to me.lost in a lyrical reprise,i close my eyesand exist, for a moment, in perfection.&quot;you dream too much&quot;they saw.and i know this as truth. as curse. as damnati..</description>
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			<title>1.7.09</title>
			<description>i came apart.unraveled as he touched me.that moment.that simultaneous moment when his fingertips grazed my skin i felt my world liftand separate.my antiquated breath lost, seizing itself from my lungs.the chill that shattered its way up my spine and back into my heart gripping the tears ..</description>
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			<title>1.6.09</title>
			<description>for every moment that i dream alonethrough empty nights and starless skiesi know there will come the nights when i restin your armssleepless and void of slumberjust to hear you breathe.feel your chest heave with laden breath and heavy silence.to treasure the moments with youin your p..</description>
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			<title>7.16.06</title>
			<description>my heart will breakand the world will suffer a thousand little fractures.the night will seize my veins and course through me like needles latching to my skin.the tears will sear my fleshand fill my throatin a vicious hope to choke me.the sadness will overwhelm my beinguntil it ..</description>
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