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			<title>Forgive</title>
			<description>We all have habitsHang ups we turn to when words fade from useWhen the touch of another feels ill-fitting and looseOf addictions we choose, are you the user or the used?Light-headed from smoking far too many cigarettesBut it's better than the spins I get when your name is saidHer toxicity is met wit..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Art&quot;</title>
			<description>I am a monster and it seeps through my clothes.I think I'm broken way down to my soul.A scarred collection of past reflection,I've come to realize I'm not an exception.The things I create in the comfort of night,shout not be praised, but viewed with in spite.They embody my eternal strife.The things ..</description>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>I used to find comfort in my thoughts. The ones that whispered to me, telling me that you were indeed looking at the same moon I was, letting me feel for just a moment that we were together again. I believed in the story told in the stars. The tales that danced above me, they used to give hope. They..</description>
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			<title>Secret Smiles</title>
			<description>When I was little I always counted my steps.I would keep track of the delicate taps of my feet,to see how many I could fit in one square of the sidewalk.And while I was busy naming each step after a number,I was unaware of the world.Because I marched to the music of my own.Choosing instead to see th..</description>
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			<title>Hallmark</title>
			<description>I remember the first time I saw your face.You, with an intense stare, a perplexed glare,scrutinizing everything that was there.Searching..Looking for the perfect rhyme, an eye-catching design.Going down the line I hoped you would find joy in mine,and you did.I remember the energy in your smile on th..</description>
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