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			<title>{Untitled 9}</title>
			<description>For some reason a beliefonce had by the personsitting herewriting this note&amp;nbsp;making this last wishhoping with all that isINSIDEwhat may bewhat is now is&amp;nbsp;what has been was once thatand NOWNOW&amp;nbsp;NOWthis belief lays within mestill searching for truthyet truth is not what will bebut that whi..</description>
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			<title>{untitled} 8</title>
			<description>You are there and i am here||||Masterpieces need specialists to maintain the original beauty created by their artistAre we all works of art-messes of liberal amounts of oil paint-at times stroked leaving our wetness against the backdrop of the still&amp;nbsp;For what it's worth, for who I am||||||||||Sc..</description>
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			<title>{Untitled} 7</title>
			<description>There is a ghost that looms behind my couchHe has his mouth opened slightlyto the lefta figure that is missing his cigarthe cue is still in tactone hand in his pocketwaiting for the trickwaiting and watching his opponentssmug and content he issmug and content&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>ZACK</title>
			<description>i miss himi miss himhe was my true my one my onlyhe wasi miss how it was simplethere was no constraintsi miss how he just understoodwithout any explainingi miss how we could just sit and be in another worldi miss when i would lay my head in his lapand melt as he combed my hair with his long fingersi..</description>
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			<title>(Untitled) 6</title>
			<description>What makes me a writer? </description>
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			<title>{Untitled} 5</title>
			<description>Closet mouthedFancy pantsLoudly strummingGuitar string quartetCheering loudly&amp;nbsp;Gazing upon beneathFingers strummingFirmly planted on feetCalmly waitingWhile the eye passes overWill it be clear todayOr will it completely blow overDestroying the path as it has done beforeOr will it be kind and lea..</description>
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			<title>{Untitled} 4</title>
			<description>A reply to the hubbub stated on the news and the word on the streets.</description>
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			<title>{Untitled} 3</title>
			<description>Mother of mineLying in your roomAwake past the dawnJerry tanning your brainBaking in the sun&amp;nbsp;To relax the muscles overwhelmingly workedTired you areThe life that keeps livingConstant battlesThe silence is the killerThe silence is the deadThe silence is the still</description>
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			<description>for all its worthfor all i amstanding in front of the mirror looking into the past looking into the futurewhat will life be through me what will life have to offeri wont lie, i need to stay true to me but howthose tools those tools at once I had received at some point i need to get overmys..</description>
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			<title>[untitled] 2</title>
			<description>He was drunkthe alcohol is to blame, nothing but the alcoholEXCUSES&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;WEAK&amp;nbsp;MANa selfish man that cares of nothing but himselfdoes it matter that i hid in a closet, does it matter that i had to lock the door, does it matter i prayed he would hit me so the law would come..</description>
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			<description>everytime I come around I see the old onelooming in the corner with a cane and the dark nightcalling me to come over calling me to join in the funi ponder at the idea i consider the past was it worth it was it worth the struggleim back there again very easily but i had my summit and th..</description>
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			<title>My Ming Zi</title>
			<description>me</description>
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			<title>[untitled] 1</title>
			<description>OnceI was standing on top of the worldOnceI had a grain of sand in my handOnceI held a pearlOnceI had been a member of an elite secret society&amp;nbsp;Once&amp;nbsp;I was training to be a rulerOnce&amp;nbsp;I led the soldiers to battleOnce&amp;nbsp;I fought and wonOnceI slept in a mountain for three daysOn..</description>
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