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			<title>Welcome Home</title>
			<description>Denial of carnal impulses,&amp;nbsp;Denies what makes us human. Butwhen neither fame nor passionor the light of gold and treasure,succeed to fill a never-ending pitEmanating from within. Candrive one to the edge&amp;nbsp;of insanity. Like a bat out of hellsearching for a coun..</description>
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			<title>Inception</title>
			<description>Moved towards light, only further into darkness.Slowly lost all clear mental state,&amp;nbsp;Life is bland even cakes and ale.Full of desperation, now my darkest time has dawned.A conscious overwhelmed with guilt.&amp;nbsp;Muscle memory from when I was tenBoth knee&amp;rsquo;s bent, drew two hands together,&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>The Curse</title>
			<description>They say no one is born bad,On a count of they never meet a fella like me.Now my Pa and Ma raised me in a churchTo be a man of God and know wrong from right.I always broke the rules and never fit in.So I left my pa with his cattle and kissed my ma good byeas I rode into..</description>
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			<title>Oh What Have I Become?</title>
			<description>From here to down yonder, a sea of masses gatherThousands of fist raised up in the air, legions rallied for warLocked and loaded, we gear up to take the stand.Started in a basement, to playing sold out stadiums.My nightmare once a farfetched dream. Money hoes and clothes...</description>
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			<title>The Four Horse Men</title>
			<description>More than music, attempt to understand, how some Struggle Within.Each song has its fingerprint, a soul with parallel power evoke&amp;rsquo;s The Unnamed Feeling.That bond formed, between every Invisible Kid and the band. When hearingA song as if composed intentionally for One, it l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ac979a7x/1416179/</link>
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			<title>One Last Time</title>
			<description>College, babies, or work, who would've thought?Adolescent not, just take me back to the good days.Chillin with my boys, not a trouble in sight.At Shipley's the day begins, large Big RedSausage and cheese kolaches, stuffing our faces.Pack into lifted trucks, and begin rollin..</description>
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