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			<title>Sun in my Pocket</title>
			<description>Always be grateful for the little things because you never know someone else's experiences. 
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			<title>Chapter 2: Rebirth</title>
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			<title>Chasing ghosts</title>
			<description>At first, she thought the flashing lights in the night skyWere a sea of twinkling stars.As she relished in the mingling scents of wet concrete and freshly brewed coffee,She felt his palms  gently intertwine with hers,Soft almost paper thin like the whispers of the wind. Then she blinked...</description>
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			<title>Nocturne</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Nocturne&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The night is my veilA bleak refuge, I call sanctuarySilhouettes consumed by wanderlustCavorting in the dim streetsA hapless tango Between man and beastCan you hear them? A rat traipsing beneath the floorboards Feet, light and stealthyIn search of morselA haggard tr..</description>
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			<title>Dance for me</title>
			<description>Fight your fears </description>
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			<title>Chapter1: The Meeting </title>
			<description>Chapter 1: The MeetingWhen the blare of the alarm snapped her out ofher clouded stupor, she glanced back at the worn photo frames at her bedside.Two young girls stared right back at her, one with solemn blue eyes and apiercing frown while the other with impish and bold with twinkling blue eyes..</description>
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			<title>The inevitable</title>
			<description>Prologue for the book</description>
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			<title>Oblivion </title>
			<description>Forge along with her partner reaper work together to solve crimes as part of government  agency for magical defense. A new threat or organization attempts to destroy the 50 year peace established. </description>
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