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			<title>unarmed wall </title>
			<description>Three walls hung highBuilt of brick and docile tearsAnnounced resilience rejected all who came near&amp;nbsp;Doors laced the wallsEach stationed with prisoners of timeKnocks crashed on as the curtains fell on ears like crime&amp;nbsp;Screens trapped the doors fixed to the wallsLight shone ..</description>
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			<title>victim &amp; victimizer </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Raunchy, pungent, odors hovered in the small stuffy room, stealthily tucked away miles from civilization. Yet the oppressive chamber held two souls, the victim and victimizer. One heart slowly plunging into the shards of hopeless void, narrowly fretting on a string, waiting till time would mak..</description>
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			<title>the pond</title>
			<description>His love wallows deep beneath the trenched ponds.Swamped and sunken is my heart.Yet the sweet melodies of drifting jays call to him.But I, I stay drowning among the veils of time.&amp;nbsp;He makes me so furious,His haughty manner resembles that of giants crushing delicate petals.I&amp;nbsp; q..</description>
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			<title>darkness</title>
			<description>Shattering cries break the solemn mask of the night.  Darkness, you see, is only fidgeting and running Creeping upon weary souls drained by the fightHe sees you? She needs you? But the potent poison swirls in the pot till the silver glow gleams with victory. The venom rises up against he..</description>
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