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			<title>What You Had</title>
			<description>A smileA kissA nodA hugA winkA laughAll things of acknowledgment we take for granted.&amp;nbsp;I think to myself sometimes how people only miss you or care for you genuinely..When you're dead.Or gone.Or hurt.Thats when realizing what you had comes into play.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Infant Years</title>
			<description>Return me to those infant years,before I woke from sleep, when ideas were oceans crashing,my dreams blank shores of sand. Transport me quick to who I waswhen breath was fresh as a new love, my new soul &amp;#2013266048;&quot; unfragmented &amp;#2013266048;&quot;untouched faith from unkind li..</description>
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			<title>Before You Fall</title>
			<description>	You&amp;rsquo;ll fall in love with my silly smile, and gentle touch. You&amp;rsquo;ll fall in love with the way I cover my smile when I laugh, and the way my cheeks turn scarlet when you call me beautiful. You&amp;rsquo;ll fall in love with the way I speak when I&amp;rsquo;m shy, or when I&amp;rsquo;m ..</description>
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			<title>White Lines</title>
			<description>White Lines		Walking through those white halls, reminding you of those white lines, rushing through you, hyping you up. You run your fingers over the wooden rails down the hall, and wonder to yourself how many people have held on to these bars when the doctor breaks the news that the..</description>
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