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			<title>At last</title>
			<description>At last</description>
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			<title>Running Down South</title>
			<description>North is too perfect and preciseWhere mankind strives and tries to reach yet no being &amp;nbsp;ever conquersNorth is too clear and unclear all at onceIs rational and frighteningIt's obvious and condescendingSouth is stubborn, messy, foolish and unforgivingEast is a choice, a detour, a deviation, an unk..</description>
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			<title>The Circus in Town</title>
			<description>I scream and pause.To part this world, to dream forever, Dive in and never come out.May be ill drain my self slowly,Or spread my thoughts on the wall.I must enjoy my last wish.To cease, to break, explode and escape.&amp;nbsp;It's a choice, i suppose. So is joining the circus.One can resign in a heartbea..</description>
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			<title>DICTIONARY FOR SPOTLESS MINDS</title>
			<description>Scars wash off with waterInfants are careless beingsOaths can not be brokenOceans flood fast with tearsCorn fields are scary thoughtsFeathers can fly through mudTruffles are bags of poisonNeurons are popping bubblesWaves are empty soundsLips are just an outletFlowers are bitter deathHumans are vicio..</description>
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			<title>Sara</title>
			<description>She does not wish to be here. I can see it in her eyes. In her big brown eyes, surrounded by luscious lashes and the glitter eyeliner she draws on everyday. She is wearing her hair down today. It is just how I like it. Her dark blonde locks made of messy waves move perfectly with the wind. &amp;nbsp;I h..</description>
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			<title>Omelettes and Pancackes</title>
			<description>Detective on the case gets the call. </description>
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			<title>Over some Coffee</title>
			<description>Sara is a beautiful 14 year old living in suburbia completely unaware of the stalker she has created.</description>
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