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			<title>empty church (11- 7-19)</title>
			<description>you step into the sanctuary,&amp;nbsp;your soul ablaze with sin.you feel your spirit grow lighter,but your consciencegrow increasingly heavier.every sin, every blemish beginsto bubble to the forefront of&amp;nbsp;your mind.as you stew in your unholiness and asthe sunlight slipped below the horizonand the tw..</description>
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			<title>My (Our) Theatre</title>
			<description>I can no longer find hope except for my impending doom. I scrape through thesauri filled with enough words to entertain you briefly like I'm a marionette. My strings were severed by every word whispered about me. You bought the first and only to ticket to my pitiful show. A wooden doll with lifeless..</description>
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			<title>Supernova</title>
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			<title>Rainbows</title>
			<description>Tied up with strings by its neck.You're so gorgeous, like a glass bottle.Refracting rainbows while everyone watched you die.Hung you up by your neck so your beauty may be displayed for all to see.</description>
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			<title>Blundering Mademoiselle</title>
			<description>My fatigues will be stripped from me like grimy clothes once I slip into a death-like slumber.I sag into the bathtub, it's cracked edges and missing feet symbolize something, but the fog is too hazy in here to know what.It's too hazy in my head, I'm a witch's brew, ready to screw with your head and ..</description>
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			<title>Star Substitute</title>
			<description>Stars are the most multipurpose item in existence.Stars cover the moon queen in a dense, ebony blanket.Stars are glasses for us so the galaxy can clear up.&amp;nbsp;Stars protect us, even as the sun king hangs lazily in the sky.Stars are the substitute for everything, but nothing can replace stars.</description>
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			<title>Punctuation People </title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;s like a parentheses, hinting at more information that you&amp;rsquo;ll find just around the corner. Her slender body, curves like a smile, a little crooked, but beautiful nonetheless. He&amp;rsquo;s like an exclamation point, always exuberant and ready to be known and heard. And him, he&amp;rsquo;s a..</description>
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