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			<title>Innocents Path</title>
			<description>The pale grey sky hovered like a thick smog. The wind was blowing her charcoal colored hair around her face. The young girl with raggedy clothes, and a dirt powdered face was clinging to the leg of he</description>
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			<title>School Rhyme</title>
			<description>Teachers stand in class thinking they're all coolbut really they're old school.Laying down the golden ruleNO TALKING this ain't primary school.History teachers speakabout the technique&amp;nbsp;of the ancient Greek,and we wonder &quot;will this go on every day of the week?or will this continue to be a horrif..</description>
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			<title>Seriously?!</title>
			<description>He pushed and pulled at the massive black door. A locked clicked and the door eerily swayed open. The entry way was littered with last year&amp;rsquo;s news, the walls painted with fresh blood as a sign of welcome. Doors creaked open slowly, then slammed shut. Ghostly figures dashed from end to end. A c..</description>
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			<title>Soldier</title>
			<description>Glistening stars, gave them hope for tomorrow&amp;nbsp;Winding winds gave them whispers of sorrow.&amp;nbsp;Rolling hills of green jungle grass,&amp;nbsp;Soaring birds over ocean mass.&amp;nbsp;Bombs rain down,&amp;nbsp;gunfire pours all around.&amp;nbsp;The end is near,&amp;nbsp;but not this year.&amp;nbsp;Tears run down broken f..</description>
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			<title>Blank Canvas</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Blank powdered canvas upon face,&amp;nbsp;Carve a blood smile from ear to ear, &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Angels fall down</title>
			<description>White satin wings flow through blue kissed skies&amp;nbsp;sun sprinkles its light in rays of glowing glitter&amp;nbsp;white clouds dance in the blowing wind.&amp;nbsp;White satin wings fly through blue kissed skies.&amp;nbsp;Grey clouds fog through cracks of blue&amp;nbsp;sun shines through tattered clouds&amp;nbsp;grey ra..</description>
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