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			<title>keys</title>
			<description>with the keys, fell his clothing.</description>
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			<title>Washing</title>
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			<title>Chance Meeting</title>
			<description>A &quot;Remember when...&quot; memory.</description>
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			<title>The First Sunday</title>
			<description>It wasn't until later I realized, I was wrong.</description>
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			<title>Take a Shot</title>
			<description>What doesn't kill me, will only make me stronger (in my head).</description>
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			<title>Burn Brightly</title>
			<description>She was their sun, but she was mine first.</description>
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			<title>Meaningless</title>
			<description>Beat. Beat. Beat. Silence</description>
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			<title>Frost</title>
			<description>Caught like a rat with no where to go but down.</description>
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			<title>The Pianist</title>
			<description>Her fingers glide across keys, reminding you what it might have been to love.</description>
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			<title>I Love You</title>
			<description>It'll be okay, because he loves, and is loved.</description>
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