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			<title>Poetically correct</title>
			<description>The calamity witnessed by the eyes Of humanityDevastates and extinguishes The scale of atrocity We turn a cheek to youth mortalityNo longer fluent in human moralityOur seeds grow brokenThe lack of strength in our languageNo longer spoken An intricate web of pain wovenFrom the tim..</description>
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			<title>Little Eagle</title>
			<description>A love that can't be definedMore of a feeling than a meaning Streaming through the clouds, sunlight Rainbow definition, beaming Engulfing my heartAnd harmonically my soul is singing Suddenly sound travels faster than lightThe glow in your laugh Penetrates the darkness in any night ..</description>
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			<title>A Day in the Life...</title>
			<description>This hearts known it allfrom feeling love's free fallto picked from the trash and thrown against the wallIts felt your pain and made it it's ownFelt your tears and cries through the phoneTook the knife from your back and made it it's ownIf you needed a heart to heal a broken oneSay no ..</description>
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			<title>Sleep Inspired</title>
			<description>Everyday brings struggle, strife, paina smile disguises the war inside my braina war that seems to cease fireonce I lay my head, I hear the choirof promising dreams and sweet desiresthe freedom that is raped in realityis alive and undisturbed in my sleepfreedom that knows no frown whic..</description>
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