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			<title>Lacerations</title>
			<description>Brother your whispers I hear in my ear,Informing me of death I've nothing to fear.As the blade cuts, my blood it will smear,And&amp;nbsp;it drips to the ground like a great ruby tear.My vision is blurring, the end is near,Miraculously my head starts to clear.The blood flow stops and the cuts..</description>
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			<title>Iggy's Song</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote about my friend Iggy who died on mothers day.</description>
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