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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>He hated the silence, and wished he could say to her what he planned to say right then and there without the dismay he expected would follow. She loved the silence, but hated knowing that it tortured him so much. Talking was nice, but to her simply speaking only drew out mindless thoughts. It was ac..</description>
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			<title>Plastic</title>
			<description>It's hard but it scratches,Invisible to only someWhisper to its neighborthen turn and hush the other one.I haven't held a plastic,I haven't let one meltBut when I smell one burningfear I know what it has felt.Because a plastic means &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;fakeA plastic means &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;cheapAn..</description>
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