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			<title>Nostalgia</title>
			<description>Some cryTears.I cryNothing.&amp;nbsp;For I have felt&amp;nbsp;Happiness and gladness&amp;nbsp;Sorrow and sadness&amp;nbsp;Desperation and madness.Now I feelNothing.&amp;nbsp;A sigh of exhaustion falls from my mouthAs I'm&amp;nbsp;waiting...Should I stay or go?Debating.Dark night and frigid air,I am coldYou do not care.'Wai..</description>
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			<title>Library Card</title>
			<description>I am just a book.&amp;nbsp;They read me,&amp;nbsp;but they&amp;nbsp;are not are not truly interested.My stories are too complex for them...A book so easily thrown around&amp;nbsp;Because they do not careAbout me.&amp;nbsp;They scribble on me whenThey are bored.I am just a book.Often lost,&amp;nbsp;but easily replaced.My pa..</description>
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			<title>Love Is Blood</title>
			<description>He introduces his fist to my face...an attempt to put me back into my place.Red.&amp;nbsp;Red is all I see.&amp;nbsp;Red is poured all over me.I refuse to begbut I do wallow,for another gulp of blood I swallow.Chatty words from those who see,but they cannot relate to me.&quot;If you stay, the misery won't end&quot;Bu..</description>
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