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			<title>Fire and Ice</title>
			<description>&quot;Marco made good money one night, the most he had made in a while. Luck was on his side so he decided to hit one last house.&quot; </description>
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			<title>Windows</title>
			<description>&quot;He swore he heard their laughter there once and begged me to let him open the windows. I never did.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Haunted people never sleep.</title>
			<description>You slept with your eyes open. I&amp;rsquo;d glance over in the haze of midnighthoping to catch you watching melike I watched you.I was willing to peel back the shadows, tear down the thin facadeto let you see my battle scars, or even simply just tokiss away your chaos.Instead wh..</description>
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			<title>Silhouettes Don't Speak</title>
			<description>The way the light hits the ground leads to the sudden appearance of shadows upon your frame, and your wisps of white hair are made whiter by the sunlight. I stare at your silhouette, realizing that the more years go by, the more of a shadow you are becoming to me. We are distan..</description>
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			<title>Lioness</title>
			<description>Lioness,you descendedfrom queens. Like yourancient predecessor, Bast,you try to control everythingwith all the grace of a warrior:you seek to destroy thatwhich you fear.You sneak glancesat me in the middleof the night, and I seea hunger in those eyes.I no longer strive for..</description>
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