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		<description>The original writings of author Justice Smith</description>
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			<title>Firmitate</title>
			<description>Firmitate&amp;nbsp;In times of pain,there lies a shroudwhich cloaks progressin an electric cloud.&amp;nbsp;In these times,not one can saythe motives of fate;for it does what it may.&amp;nbsp;There will come a timewhere one must decideto change direction,..</description>
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			<title>Ghosts</title>
			<description>Description of my experience. </description>
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			<title>A Silent Cry</title>
			<description>A silent crynever to be heard,like it's not even there.Much more than one personcan bear.So quiet and without sound.Never to be listened to,never to be found.Fears of being judgedupon the discovery of a silent cry.How the pain and miserymade everything black.How wishing has never worked.And still it..</description>
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			<title>Sacred Hands</title>
			<description>Sacred hands,healing what you thought touch could never fix.Holding out it's heart,in hopes that you feel the same.Hands that have meaning,and life.Hands that know your soul.Hands that know your past,all the things you've done,and how you've felt.Hands that know every part of you,yet chose to stay.T..</description>
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			<title>Red Roses</title>
			<description>One of my few poems I'm especially proud of.</description>
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			<title>3 Things I Know Are True</title>
			<description>Something I wrote for school.</description>
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			<title>You're an addict</title>
			<description>You're an addict to the fightto staying up late at nighttrying to make me feel sorryfor the things you've donebut you know you're wrongand i see no pointin carrying onbut you insist on the fightbecause it makes you feel betterabout what you didbecause then youcan pin it on mebut i say no morei'm don..</description>
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			<title>Our Own History</title>
			<description>Just something that came to my head.</description>
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