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			<description>Not sure I'd call it a poem, regardless it's still the same</description>
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			<title>The Conclusion</title>
			<description>It starts before you even realize itA deep formed feeling conjures withinSomething is not right; something is differentIt is uncomfortableIt can only be specifically understood once it is enduredWhen is it appropriate to recognize the end of the road?It is painfulBut it is newThe old is new, and it ..</description>
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			<title>Fathering</title>
			<description>I walk down a brightly lit path, arrows pointing in the right direction to go.If it were not for this being, I would not be on this path, I would not be where I am.I am guided by a light.When I am engulfed in darkness with nowhere to turn, I have my light to shine.My light will shine so bright it is..</description>
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			<title>Rage</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Rage is fired up passion let out of a cage.Passion is dormant, it is passive. Once ignited it magnifies, transforming into rage. It is the burning bush inside of you -everlasting. It is fed wood and gasoline to explode in a boisterous roar.Rage takes control. An angry powerful passion that tak..</description>
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			<title>Power of Reality</title>
			<description>What is actually graspable in the realm of possibility?Preconceived ideas of what will never be, oozing into our minds.No one really can knowThe only way to be sure is to waitThe keeper of patience holds it locked away in the eased mind.Run away.Run to the broad plains of Pennsylvania.Fly, fly to un..</description>
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