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			<title>Tin Battle </title>
			<description>Just something for all ages </description>
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			<title>Lost Lives</title>
			<description>  Amongst the blood and guts, the war is not over but the battle has been won. From the smell of burning flesh to burning tanks, so many soldiers lost at the price of mans politics, these are the saddest of days for mothers who bare fathers and sons.From wishes that were made to prayers that mig..</description>
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			<title>Beware the Inner Pleasure</title>
			<description>My mind wonders aimlessly threw thoughts of infinite, sounds of laughter and love, shimmers of beauty, and the feeling of serenity. I open my eyes to hatred, desire, and an unknown fear. Soon the time of man will ciece to exist and all will be forgotten; Minutes, hours, days, and years.Should i ..</description>
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			<title>my planned trip to god.</title>
			<description>Trying to find a way without dieing.</description>
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			<title>justified lonely memories</title>
			<description>Sight we see, eyes unfold.beauty of the wold, yet still filling cold.quick glances of shimmer, skys unlimited gaze.all misunderstood, no more counting days.Unhappiness, sounds of fear.Disgruntled mind, echos of cured sphere. How we belong, memories forgotten not disappear.soundwaves ..</description>
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