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			<title>Wishes</title>
			<description>A poem of desire for life beyond our world.</description>
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			<title>True Love Comes To Those With Open Eyes</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for my friend and his girlfriend when they went through a rough time. :)</description>
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			<title>Paint Me In Red</title>
			<description>Are these crimes against me?Those with spilled life haunting my own.Grieving souls swarm my body like black crows near their master.Torment me, lost enemies&amp;hellip;Make me live through your last moments.Oh hello, man with sin.Do you plead for fresh air?No mercy is shown for those so wicked.Let me sh..</description>
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			<title>Withered Man</title>
			<description>The clocks shift their arms,And every tick sounds the passing of one.My last tick has reached,So I sink into the grave I belong.The family sheds no tear.There is no weeping I hear.A lying quote carves my stone.Six feet under is where I now call home.They aim to sell my bones to the devil.I&amp;rsquo;m j..</description>
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			<title>Plan of Mending</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s a girl so broken and left alone.Life has lead her down the wrong road.Through figures so hollow, she finds a comfort that does not tell the truth.She lives with scars and bruises to come.She&amp;rsquo;s yet to find the man whom with she can become one.Dreams have not spoken to her clearly...</description>
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			<title>Lost In A Field Of Burning Flowers</title>
			<description>Lost in a field of burning flowers.Feels like I&amp;rsquo;ve been wandering for hours.There&amp;rsquo;s no way to go.No direction where the wind blows.Lost in a field of burning flowers.My body&amp;rsquo;s weak, losing its power.Petals fall onto my shoulders.Through the heat of the air, they smolder.Lost in a f..</description>
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