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			<title>Crushed Heart</title>
			<description>Sasha skipped in acircle on the grey pavement, waiting. The end was near, she knew. The rainwould come and wash away the drawing she had made on the ground in chalk. Itwas a picture of her and her father. She had to improvise, of course, becausethe only colors she had were green, purple ..</description>
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			<title>The Tracks I Left Behind</title>
			<description>a little gory </description>
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			<title>In the Night Time</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A sweet warmth covered in the room like a blanket. The darkness swept over everything breathing. The two worked as a team to pull the soul out of the body lying limp on the bed. It resisted, twisted and turned but was fighting an incredible strength. It was weak and losing rapidly..</description>
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			<title>Police Tape</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I was a little girl, my uncle dropped snow down my back when we were playing outside. A small shiver began at the base of my back and worked its way up. It lasted months, a feeling I couldn&amp;rsquo;t seem to shake. To this day I don&amp;rsquo;t know what it was. But I haven&amp;rsquo;t playe..</description>
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			<title>I Can Still Hear the Music</title>
			<description>Just a little something i whipped up in 20 minutes of my leisure. </description>
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