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			<title>Sad, Sad, Lonely Eyes</title>
			<description>Sometimes I hold back the tears  And even though I utterly fear  I am that sad clown  Just look at my frown  Sometimes they don't sparkle or shine Don't take pity on the sad sad lonelyeyes of mine &amp;nbsp;An entire universe of infinitepossibilities &amp;nbsp; And whats be..</description>
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			<title>Role Model</title>
			<description>She was found laying on her back, faceup in a candle lit bath tub  Arms spread out and hanging over therails, she was sinking fast like a sub  With the world she was playing a gameof seek and hide  A new role model for the teenagesuicide  All she wanted was to be beauti..</description>
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			<title>Stolen Innocense</title>
			<description>Cartoons and toys  The childhood joys  Enjoyed by all Who's built their walls &amp;nbsp; Parental control  In the form of a remote control  But the T.V screens Can't hear as the child screams &amp;nbsp; It was late at night  They already turned out the lights  He wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daimonick/1162924/</link>
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			<title>A Hymn For Him (My Requiem)</title>
			<description>I slide by - open up the door  The sight of you has me questioningever more &amp;nbsp;Eyes closed sitting short of breath &amp;nbsp; The cold air chilled with a slight ofdeath  No one can understand the ways that Ifeel Scars on my memories that'll neverheal &amp;nbsp; Your hourgl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Daimonick/1162918/</link>
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			<title>Prophecy</title>
			<description>Propaganda embedded through the eyes off flickering screensLies are bought and sold through visions of dreamsSell us what we think is realTell us how we should feelWho to trust, who to believe, who to love, who to hateWho to despise and who who to discriminateThe fate of the world is prophecized in ..</description>
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			<title>A Boy Named Blue</title>
			<description>There once was a boy named blue  He wasn't a fruit, or a vegetable, hewas as normal as you  There once was a boy who always felt abit crappy  He tried so hard but nothing everseemed to make him happy  He stored all his problems in a woodensuitcase  And always ca..</description>
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