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			<title>Unfinished </title>
			<description>My tears streamed to my earphones,And electrocuted my thoughts.Adrenaline replaced every atom in my body;I felt my legs lose life.Empty veins,Floating above earth,A dimension without a clock,Soaking up my body.Existentialism written on the brinks of reality, You can hear the tiny m..</description>
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			<title>Lavender</title>
			<description>A untallowed lavender candle Stood on the table before me,Unlit, this time the room lit up the candle.There's one gloomy object,these empty pages, with reserved space.I can almost see the parallel lines of the paper, my breath is dead, faint,my blood is dead. </description>
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			<title>Physical Distortion </title>
			<description>Crotched over like a baby in a belly,your pale grotesque bodylingers over some Books as you scavenge through your bag. Red messy hair runs freely down your back.Layers around your wrinkly cold face. Your red lipstick is fading after a long hard day of work. </description>
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			<title>Twigs</title>
			<description>Twig by twigIt was as if each one couldn't be undone,Or perhaps just a figment of my thoughts soon to come.Twigs made of sunlight,Except it was uncanny sunlight, Made of dusty elements.These elements were alive, Made up of warp and time.Estianally creating the space in between fickle..</description>
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