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			<title>Numbers and F3AR</title>
			<description>My mind is playing tricks on meThose numbers cloud my memorythe time it takes to finish problemsis unrealistic, exhausting, bothersmy soul into angerwhy I flush and speak dangerto my heart that quits beatingwhile my mind know no meaningof problems with numbersand words that are fleeting.The coffee k..</description>
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			<title>Smiles in the ground</title>
			<description>There she stoodwith flowers in her hands,and fear in the land;where living isn't free.A smile faded byten years since he had died,&amp;nbsp;and she had been beside&amp;nbsp;the very breath he faded in,&amp;nbsp;with skin he loved, became too thin.and not one soul had known,&amp;nbsp;that she had once been owned.Whe..</description>
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			<title>What She Left Behind</title>
			<description>That day we knew We all knew what was to come, just not how soon.There was a call, that's all it took to just see what it wasShe was goneThe one gave me a sense for being aliveI would walk through those halls and imagine somethingFollowing me as I passed byAngels or demons, maybe it was both.My hear..</description>
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			<title>Here I Am</title>
			<description>Here I stand&amp;nbsp;believing in more than the followingwords that may fall out of tonguea calling sprungonce a child's fearful smilenow a women so desiring,&amp;nbsp;praying, her heart stirringWaiting for his handTo tell her why her hearthas longed to understandwhy he looked her in the eyeand left a myst..</description>
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