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			<title>Poem 10</title>
			<description>No faith in He, we bear our pride;traversing fields less traveled by.Alone at night, we close our eyeswith arms beneath unholy wives.&amp;nbsp;Our collared shirts besmirch our guise --us Gods of men with single lives.No faith in He, we say goodbye, &amp;nbsp;but Father, what's it like to die?</description>
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			<title>*No title yet*</title>
			<description>Written using an idea a friend had pitched to me.</description>
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			<title>In the Hands of Mortal Men</title>
			<description>A short story i'd written a while ago.</description>
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			<title>3 am</title>
			<description>Another old-ish one.</description>
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			<title>Rust</title>
			<description>One of the first poems I wrote. Still a favorite, to this day. </description>
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