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			<title>Comunication</title>
			<description>Ilove to see souls being spilled on the floorwithoutfear of wither they are understood.Ilove to see hearts being poured out becauseof the holes in themwithoutquestion of wither its bad or good&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ilove pain, reflection, joy, or affection&amp;nbsp;being..</description>
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			<title>Questions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;What would I do if Ihad but the will?Might I sit allbemused bout things not done still? Would I spendprecious effort on prizes un-won and gain nothing more than a life then undone?&amp;nbsp;What would I say ifonly the words came at my bidding, concise and well heard? Mi..</description>
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