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			<title>Perversed Leader</title>
			<description>Tell me, do you think yourself righteous?Is it pride or lust that rules you?Every word you speak brings silence to another.You think your heart beats a golden tune.Your words spill silver over the floor. And men of wood and stone and dust grovel at your feet. I dare you to look.Look ..</description>
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			<title>One too many</title>
			<description>Streetlights swerve by,blurring in your sightless eyes.The sounds of the night, silentcompared to the roar in your mind.The smell of drowned sorrows,sunken into your clothes.The bitter-sweet tasteof hateful words that set you free.Your cold, numb hands slowly slipping,losing contro..</description>
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			<title>Hiding </title>
			<description>So close to touchSo far to feelYour eyes betray your secretsAs your mouth tries to hide themI saw you look awayI could feel your painYou spoke no wordsTold of no feelingThe road lied in front of youYou glimpsed into each directionYou ranWithout hesitationBumps and bruis..</description>
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