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			<title>A Hundred and Four Miles</title>
			<description> A few thousand bricks and barbed wireArmed soldiers? Hundred, maybe higherPrecisely a hundred and four miles of separationThe twelve foot high wall of desperation A pure love; ruined overnightLeft with emptiness and thoughts of daring flightA wall went up suddenly to divideLonel..</description>
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			<title>Death Calling</title>
			<description>They said they would be backInstead Death pulled them off life's trackTheir words- well, fate begged to differResulting in the walls guarding my heart to be stifferNext thing I knew, it was will, guardians and legal rightsBut as a clueless child they are too confusing to fightHaving one hundred and ..</description>
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