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			<title>The Traveller, </title>
			<description>Spirit tired, shoulders tautRestlessly waningComing to rest in a port.Rich golden sun A loner, in an undiscovered world. Something speaks within himThe longer you run&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip;Eyes coloured in shades of blue,Shades of greyA smile to break through a tho..</description>
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			<title>Haunting</title>
			<description>The wooden floorboard creak, almost moaning, beneath myfeet. Somewhere a siren cries in the distant night. My fingers graze the wall, themoon breaks through the drawn curtains, almost winning the fight against thedark.The hallway feels strangely familiar, but I can&amp;rsquo;t place itin my ..</description>
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			<title>Entierro</title>
			<description>Carry me,When the leaves are fallingAnd the skies ignite &amp;nbsp;When love crashes down On my broken bones,My restless soul&amp;nbsp;Let your tears fall, When she runs down the aisleThe moon rising,And the air is cool&amp;nbsp;Bury me,When the world is s..</description>
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			<title>Summer,</title>
			<description>It was on that hill&amp;nbsp;Sunlight crashing downCruelly unhingedWhile the rest of the bayBathed in summerBlissfully unaware, sun-kissedAll sorrows tucked awayCharacters of&amp;nbsp;Hemingway&amp;nbsp;Swimming around in my mindEvery Memory, every laughLike knives to the heartCould words be haunting,When carel..</description>
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