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			<title>Expose &amp; Prevail</title>
			<description>Open up to the worldOpen up to the universeFace the skeletons in your closetFace the demons you keep insideRelease yourself to the skiesRelease yourself to the starsHeal your painHeal these scarsRealize that the sun will shineClouds will passSlowly over your headThe stars and t..</description>
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			<title>The Gift Of A Warm Summer Breeze</title>
			<description>These days of our livesLengthy and briefTest our sanityCausing us griefThe snow has fallenThe flowers have comeChildren have playedSchool has begunRaindrops of thoughtsBombard my mindMonsoon seasonNot far behindThe lights are onBut no one is homeWaking my demonsWith a..</description>
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			<title>Realizing A Dream</title>
			<description>Tell me your dreamsAnd I will take you thereI would show you everythingYou ever wanted to seeBut over time you will realizeYour dreams are not as great,Not as fulfilling as you had hopedThen I will show youYour deepest desireAnd bring you back to realityTo feed the flameTo push..</description>
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			<title>Echo</title>
			<description>A lonesome birdCries a majestic tuneBut his echo was lost</description>
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			<title>The Book Burning Fiesta</title>
			<description>Ashes float through the thick,Smokey, gray, cool airSmiles and cheers eruptFrom the faces of men and childrenBut those pages are notLifeless, destroyed, and coldThese pages may burnBut the words are forever</description>
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			<title>My Heart Is Ablaze</title>
			<description>It's a hot Wednesday in New York City. I'm stuck here in my three room apartment that has no air conditioner. I'm sitting in ball soup and drenched with my perspiration. The TV gets the same four channels on it, the ones with all the spanish soap operas. My dick is limp and sweaty (don't that sound ..</description>
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			<title>A Sepia-Toned Solitude</title>
			<description>There is a sepia-toned solitudeA sort of silenceSo beautiful and relaxingThat it only lasts for a minute or twoUntil it shatters into millions of tiny piecesThat can't be reassembledNo matter how hard you tryMoments such as this are so rare,So greatly taken advantage ofThat when so..</description>
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			<title>The Gray</title>
			<description>&quot;Run! Run like hell. Everyone here is doomed, doomed to slave for the rest of your worthless, pathetic lives.&quot; It boomed over the loud speakers into a sea of dirty, sick, pale prisoners. Men, women, and children begging for mercy. It's a gray day, hell it's a gray year. I stand my ground among the p..</description>
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			<title>The Phrase</title>
			<description>He writes it down. He writes it over and over. Hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of times. Life is just as repetitive as his writing. Over and over he wrote the phrase one the paper. Once he filled a page, he would slide down the desk and type up his work on his 30 year old type-writer. He didn't ..</description>
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