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			<title>Reality Check</title>
			<description>Thisfeeling in my gut, it feels coldThewind is blowing upward?Howis it that the wind is coming from the ground?Theword ground ponders on my lipsWhatis it?Ishas been so long since I have felt it under my feet&amp;nbsp;Whatdoes it feel like?Everyonce and a while..</description>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>A poem about how sometimes the person you need to stand up to most, is the hardest person to stand up to.</description>
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