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			<title>Loving a Robot</title>
			<description>Unedited and cheesy b/c I was feeling cheesy today. </description>
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			<title>a Girl and a Clown</title>
			<description>In a faraway land which is too close for comfort, wherebirds once swam and fish once flew through the purple clouds of the pebbleskies, lay the story of a curse brought upon an innocent girl. Sickened by theturn out of the events, the poor thing sighed with despair. Her body holds thebeauty ..</description>
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			<title>Childhood's Doll</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A doll sat next to an old teddy bear.The other toys didn&amp;rsquo;t like to blink.She looked around to see the night sky and the stars.The little doll cocked her oversized head to the side.And a sigh escaped her red, plastic lips.&amp;nbsp;She got up and danced her way to the open window...</description>
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			<title>Miss Innocence</title>
			<description>Two fiery leafs are brushing against cold bricks.They whisper about delinquents to the grey wall. Behind which is an unfair but fair court.&amp;nbsp;Criminals are standing in line waiting for their turn.Their profiles are colored with red &amp;ldquo;guilty&amp;rdquo; stamps.And unfortunately I am on..</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>Everyone remembers their mothers holding them tight,Rocking back and forth, singing a lullaby.The beautiful eyes looking back at youThrough the thick darkness of the night.&amp;nbsp;Its not as simple as it seems.She was teaching you the art of dreams.When your eye lids shut with an unheard..</description>
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