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			<title>The Dragon's Mistake</title>
			<description>In a far mystic land, like any story startsA dragon slayer resided, and dragons of courseA princess trapped, but she was quite braveShe thought she'd fight the dragon, right to her graveShe screeched and she yelled, threw thorns at itThe dragon went mental, wondering what got her ill..</description>
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			<title>The Stranger</title>
			<description>Amidst the mystic fog,A stranger looks upon the snowHis eyes the color of crystal shardsIn his hand lay winter's bowHe looks upon the scene before himWatching closely the snow unmarredThe snowflakes reflected in his eyesAn intricate design portraying battle scarsLooking deeper on..</description>
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			<title>Hourglass of Memories</title>
			<description>Crackling lightningHarmonizing with the rainWalk I mustIgnoring the painA cold numbnessAs images flash pastEach droplet a second Of the hourglass As time ticks byBroken roadsDecaying vinesMemories sealedIn rivulets of timeA knife stained crimsonClutched in a death gripA silent screamCracked voice, d..</description>
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			<title>Tear through the Silence</title>
			<description>Ripped, into a million piecesA shrill voice tearing through the night Confused, which piece to followIs anything worth the while Thoughts on death, they consume me wholeNo air left to breatheSlowly leading to my demiseThe blade made of steelThe energy pent up deep within Wants ..</description>
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			<title>So it was</title>
			<description>A thirst for blood, a sadistic smileThe scythe of death, a poison vialA heart carved from obsidian A blade to let the wounds deepenMay the pain grow, fading ever so slowlyMay it feed the rage, the darkness growing fiery Every little injury that you inflict upon meAdds a bit more to..</description>
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			<title>The Guardian</title>
			<description>How would you like to be told that you're to play babysitter -fine, Guardian- to a guy who basically ignored your existence through high school for practically no reason whatsoever. Would you feel pis</description>
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