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			<title>Clouded Demon</title>
			<description>I was a sick fiendWho beat heaps of rustTo meet me would mean we'd compete til' out feet gushedI was the king butI feel like I'ma com-bustI can't breath because I'm six feet deep in the mudDefeat is enoughThis treatment is toughI say I'm strongBut I just keep on beating me upIt's easy to cup the pai..</description>
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			<title>Times will get Better</title>
			<description>The darkest hours of life are no match for the good to come. The greatness achieved out weighs the darkness benefiting from your struggle. It is natural to find yourself in the dark from time to time, though we call it by different names. The identity of ones anchor is ever changing, and despite eve..</description>
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			<title>Writer's Block</title>
			<description>His sword heavy, staggering down.Fields of broken works tremble.&amp;nbsp;Left in dim awakening;&amp;nbsp;Glory stands.</description>
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			<title>Is it strange?</title>
			<description>A poetic &quot;haiku like&quot; writing.</description>
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			<title>Finally Free</title>
			<description>On the eve of a new year a greattension awoke. A conflicted thought of selfishness against the merciful pathslithered its way into the mind of a young man. A young man whose best friendwas not of human descent, but of canine. This friendship had grown strongover the years. Not a single affai..</description>
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