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			<title>Heavy Love</title>
			<description>I am often wrong when...I feel strongfeeble, weakcreeping alongLove is a balloon chained to your legtill someone drops ita cement filled kegIt pulls you downinto the deepbreath is gonepermanent sleepYou reach the pointof no returnyou've broken heartsfor this you'll burn...</description>
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			<title>My pen bleeds dark</title>
			<description>I used to write of love and lossnow my mind is salad tossedwrote from my heart at high costMy blackened muse no longer lostObsidian fate is my new homesitting, scribing all alonepick my mind clean to the bonethoughts of death is where I roamDecapitate,dismember and skin aliveacid drip destruction th..</description>
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			<title>The Deserved</title>
			<description>My castle I keepas my mind flows deepthe water soaked edgebarren and steepMy own prisonbeyond thoughts risen Will I die alone?or have voices drivenTranquility baseor just wasted spacemy grey matter yearnsto be put into placeDefective, brokenno more words spokenshow me a signjust a small tokenA storm..</description>
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