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			<title>Infected</title>
			<description>I keep my scarsunder a veil and lock them up in a solitary cage where no hope or glint of light can penetrate I seal them with dark gates of fate The viruses brew and multiplybut are electrocutedwhen they try to escape They choke to death falling apartpolluting my soulwith haunted pastthe poisonous ..</description>
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			<title>Scattered</title>
			<description>'What are you hiding?' As she asked for fifth time, her anger had reached the peak. The dilated pupils burning with heat and irritation scared Annie. &amp;nbsp;'Nothing mum' little Annie&amp;nbsp;crushed the sheet with her sweaty palms that were shivering ever since she saw her mum in the room. She had ..</description>
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			<title>The child inside</title>
			<description>She caress the childgrowing within herher joy knows no bounds as she nurtures the tiny sprout that grows in feeling nurturing feeding caring with motherly love yet everyday as she juggles with her rolesher boundaries her limitations her realityshe poisons&amp;nbsp;the inner child that refuses to..</description>
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			<title>Friends?</title>
			<description>Dear friend we won't gelI am a picture full of colorsand you are looking for a blank canvas The image you want to paintwould spoil my beautyAnd the narccist in me isn't happyForyou would fill me with greys and blues you may taintmy muse Lets&amp;nbsp;remain strangerswalk on same road, but at diffe..</description>
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