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			<title>Poet</title>
			<description>I want to be amongThe words that fill your pagesIn the spaces betweenThe lines of your journalHidden in secretCrevices of your mindPulled out onlyWhen in solitudeI want to be rememberedThrough your proseAnd by your lettersOh it pains me soWhen the ink has driedAnd the..</description>
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			<title>The Happiest Place on Earth</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Good morning, class. I decided that I'm goingto try something different today. A story from California, the case of HollyGlass, has struck me as the perfect opportunity for you to work as a whole touncover what happened to her. The perfect project for a class like PsychiatricAnalysis ..</description>
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			<title>Decoy of Memory</title>
			<description>You are his modelMy mold of who he will beHe who will have your warmthAnd your strongEver reassuring embraceThe taste of your lipsYour lingering scentThe grin you used to get And the hands that Used to effortlessly hold meTouch and comfort meThe memory of you thatI can't seem..</description>
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			<title>Ataraxia</title>
			<description>Ataraxia (n) | A state of serene calmness</description>
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			<title>The Butterfly Cemetary</title>
			<description>A Short Story - a tombstone, a first kiss and a butterfly collection.</description>
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			<title>Here Lies Jenny</title>
			<description>It was all just too much.</description>
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			<title>Sounds of the City</title>
			<description>Leah lays awake in bed staring at the white ceiling above. Breathing fumes of fresh paint drying in the next room. Unable to sleep. Behind her eyes are the visions of the past, troubles that never seem to go away no matter how far she runs. There is the scream of her mother, yelling at her to &quot;clean..</description>
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