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			<title>Only You</title>
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			<title>Tip of Abandoning </title>
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			<title>Utopian Rupture</title>
			<description>Give me your handand lets escape to wonderlandThe ecstasy unable to withstandBut I fear the worst of my touch That you abruptly desire to clutch Might shatter you too much</description>
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			<title>Season of Hyde</title>
			<description>Once in an early land far away with vast mountains and where mighty kingdoms stood tall, In a world where mystical arts of magic was common, Dragons still flew above and the great forests were filled with the most eldritch of creature; men don't dare to pass by.Beautiful yet barbaric beings of the..</description>
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			<title>She And Her Wolf</title>
			<description>Dearest sweet redI will come for you, my lamb.For our unkind fate to be fed,The basket you hold is my jamb.&amp;nbsp;I will steal you as you smile, my pet.To calm my growls you had once set.&amp;nbsp;Oh wonderer of the dim lit wood,How you carry the weight of this sag..</description>
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			<title>Surrendered Self</title>
			<description>&quot;Society Is A Prison&quot;
&quot;Submit To Your Self&quot;
&quot;Set Free&quot;</description>
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			<title>Washed</title>
			<description>Seems a high blunt taste Seems a beautiful wasteSuch an elegant shadeWhy is it to fade?Ribs so grey made?Cities blind in chasePictures greased to phrase  Just as the cloudy air planes that soar aboveOnce playful raindrops, now gloomy loveOff painted scapes they shove Colors i..</description>
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			<title>Nature Games</title>
			<description>The ocean's crying, Dripping droplets of cunning salt.The impatient wind wails endlessly,Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt.The land stays solemnly still and standsCourageously tall without shedding a tear of agony.Even the shy breeze whispers,To the gentle giant trees o..</description>
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			<title>She falls for beasts</title>
			<description>Ruthless winds and raging seasA link so poles apart from easeSo darkly distinctiveAs glitter from dirtTo sorrowfully know, addictive....Hacked pleasures do hurtThis bond between man and monster So firm, so unbreakable...shakes a mad red heartYet so forbidden, cries pushed away as..</description>
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			<title>Your Path</title>
			<description>&quot; Grasping, Breathing In False Pretense&quot;
&quot;Just To Dream, How My Life Turned Out To Be; Hence&quot;

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