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			<title>Release</title>
			<description>A summary of why I put it on paper</description>
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			<title>Sleep Tight Huddled Masses</title>
			<description>Just a rant about consciousness, maybe its much more, or less who knows.</description>
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			<title>A Beautiful World</title>
			<description>I felt like being the devil on a shoulder and this is what happened.</description>
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			<title>Thin Lines</title>
			<description>Love and hate. There is a line between the two, as thin as piano wire, pulled tight so it cuts my feet as I walk it. No control as to which side I bleed on. No telling when I lose my balance, on which side will be my demise. I find it hard to believe there will ever be two antonyms so intertwined as..</description>
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			<title>What I mean when I say; &quot;I love you&quot;</title>
			<description>My attempt at a love poem</description>
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			<title>Simple Math</title>
			<description>I spin thoughtsIn direct synchronizationWith Earth's rotationWhile the axis of my pen&amp;nbsp;Stays at 23.4394 degreesOr roughly 66 and a halfIf you measure from the padWriting words like snowflakesThat compact into glaciersleaving valleys in their wakesAs they migrate South acrossThe latitudinal lines..</description>
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			<title>Can't we all just get along?</title>
			<description>A poem written in angst over society and their failure to realize reality in their life of fantasy.</description>
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			<title>I will build upon this plateau with the bodies of those slain in the name of progress.</title>
			<description>I am the end!This society hasRegressed comfortably&amp;nbsp;Back into ignorance.So I must destroy it!Stop mistaking technologyFor progress.Your iPhone isNothing more thanSticks used to collect antsFor you to feast upon.It is merely a tool,And you are merely a chimp.I plead you now,WAKE UPOr die by my ha..</description>
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