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			<title>The Distress</title>
			<description>Whatquestions do those barracks raise?Whatanswers do the embankments give?Whatsecret knowledge is clasped between your fingers?Whathappiness is amongst the curls?&amp;nbsp;Ihave lived in the mud lands before I met youlayingin wait for the wasptosting me into ete..</description>
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			<title>And Now You are Going to Ask</title>
			<description>And now you are going to askAnd I'll still be looking foran answer&amp;nbsp;Your eyes digging deep intothe soulLighting up the shallow tunnelThey light up the roads itravelAnd in them i find countriesand rivers and mountainsFor the earth is too small forthemI se..</description>
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			<title>An Ode</title>
			<description>Thetwilight dawns upon those bright cheeks&amp;nbsp;morning breaks like the first morningabough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garmentonlyto be bound by the effervescent fervourspeechless,the heirs of the dusk turn backwaitingfor yet another sonnet sprung from you..</description>
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			<title>Charred Dialect</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Iasked for bread and butter and a shadowAndof all the places I&amp;rsquo;ve been this is what i am searchingButlest should the butter melt away and the bread become moldyTheshadow which i need to follow walks awayIntoa dark and disdain pathCrumpledby the leaves ..</description>
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