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			<title>Wine</title>
			<description>So i smoke cigarettes to pass the time,since my thoughts have grown to wild for wine.And my eyes are drier than my lips,as they crack and tear between my hits.Memories of you, expelled in smoke.Thoughts that i'll no longer provoke.Especially, since now i know..Forgiveness tastes a lot like Merlot.</description>
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			<title>The end.</title>
			<description>I miss you in the end.When everything is said, done, and put away.You creep into my mind.Taboo.&amp;nbsp;God damn it, i want you.Know i cant have you.Dream i am with you,in the end.Because i love you.And the way you hiss my nameWhen you're mad.Which is always, just like me.Which is always just like you...</description>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>Paranormal manRevived in the bitter moonCoward to the sun</description>
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