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			<title>Utterly Expressionless</title>
			<description>Through the bearings of the mind,Soon, mine will not be at par,Because yours is for what I am aligned,And for that I am lost thus far.Darting through the twists and twines,Soon, your heart and mine will be at par,Because for you I am thus entwined,And for that I am yours thus far.Therefore, love me ..</description>
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			<title>Unseemingly</title>
			<description>The grass was long around this time of the season, and the green appeared darker under the scorch of the midday sun. The wind was more furious and uncanny and the dust was three layers deep, and the kind of red that makes someone think of the devil of a gorgeous lady in an evening gown at a 'Red' Ba..</description>
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			<title>Who Knew</title>
			<description>Who knew that taking that step forward i was daring to fall, daring to fall into the one place i crave the most, a place of pure feelings and of all i longed for.Who knew that in trying my best at the leap, my feet were only dangling far from defeat, far from the worst of my fears, all in retreat.Wh..</description>
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			<title>Mind</title>
			<description>She shimmered in the sunlight.... yes! She sure did! At least that's what it looked like in the naive mind of the little man that stood in the far corner of that little crowded fast food restaurant. Hunched back in the little wooden chair, he resembled a curiously naughty child who was ducking from ..</description>
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