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			<title>First</title>
			<description>Under the red lightWith hazy eyes and a cherry,She glowed</description>
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			<title>A Gray Sky Morning</title>
			<description>A gray sky morning. The streets are full of people walking silently with their heads down. She stared at them from her seat in the bus, through the wet window where raindrops are racing among each other. Everyone who walked just passed by each other, giving some an&amp;nbsp;occasional&amp;nbsp;nod that was ..</description>
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			<title>Dear You</title>
			<description>letter from the bereaved</description>
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			<title>I don't need to say it</title>
			<description>	The skies shown the sun completely while its clouds were fluffy white. Such a beautiful day for everyone, but it was a traitor for my family, the Smiths, because on that faithful day, when everyone was having a good time under the clear blue sky, Mary Smith gave birth to a child who cannot speak. W..</description>
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			<title>There's no competition</title>
			<description>	She was sure he liked her as much as she liked him. Yes, she was very sure of that. But not anymore. He pursued her as if all he ever wanted was her. He spent time with her like she was the only person worth his time. He was willing to do anything for her, but that was when he was pursuing her. Or ..</description>
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