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			<title>goodbye new moon</title>
			<description>laying down in the grassclouds formation obscenethe floating purple and greenraining orange against my white skinpainting what should be burning my a*sthe cured moon shines; smilesanother child is painted redan elderly man shaded gray - deadyou heal throughout all those yearsacro..</description>
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			<title>the solution (mental masterbation)</title>
			<description>He could not feel your pain;but he's always wishing to save.To help the blame go away.You must be missing, you are just missing him everyday.He feels just the same.This everlasting game.Drench me in LoveThen spit on respectDo you feel me?I will cut out all the words from your che..</description>
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			<title>dying sleep</title>
			<description>wait... please dont.shhhhhhh shh shh shh...hold on there babylaying in my armsas cute as the sky's dried blood-lit surfacethe silent resentment of the mooncaressing your faceits going to be okaythey will be here soonthe servents and their servitudeshh shh shh...dont tal..</description>
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			<title>its there</title>
			<description>its whoits nice to see you when I cannot seeits great to hear you when stiched across both earslike the doors that kiss your rear as you walk out my doorthere is nothing better than your eyesof what are blue to be my sea.its whereholding your hand under my damagemy shattered ne..</description>
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