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			<title>Find me out</title>
			<description>Too many trial and errorsLike a barren child bearerNot that serious Late night minds are deliriousTouche touche I'm on guard of all of my emotionsDon't let them take controlI'd rather go through the motionsThe tools, don't break the rulesor the pupils of my pupilswill see fools</description>
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			<title>The Life I Need</title>
			<description>Tempting temptress, your plea for me leaves me grounded.Locked in your stifling grasp, I am sewed to the dust.Chest down, my head level to the land,my premier eye can see a glimmer of the sky on the horizon.I loved Terra Firma and embrace her still,but with the insurmountable awareness of the beauty..</description>
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			<title>Untitled 1</title>
			<description>I miss you like the deep soil misses the tepid sun.Once warmed by her daily glow,But even then scourged by her nightly setting.Oh how my deathly cold stones and mud covet those blissful hoursOver this dark loveless purgatory I've been condemned to.But does the sun miss the soil?Only in the roots can..</description>
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