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			<title>Blurred lines and stop signs</title>
			<description>Today, I learned how to fight the worldPunch, pow, slam, kickIt wasn&amp;rsquo;t workingIt never workedI yelled, I screamed into the darkness,But that&amp;rsquo;s all it ever was, really.&amp;nbsp;As humans, we have a filthy habitOf bringing meaning into lifeWhen there isn&amp;rsquo;t anySometimes sadness is just s..</description>
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			<title>Wilting flower buds</title>
			<description>A poem about child prisoners, questioning the justification for it. </description>
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