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			<title>eAsT BOunD</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I was given this world, I didn&amp;rsquo;t make it&amp;rdquo;Dealt the sore deal but didn&amp;rsquo;t take itHad to play THAT game&amp;hellip;And trust me, I play it, and I play that s**t well&amp;hellip;But never faked it&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;You know what makes me unhappy&amp;rdquo;When we&amp;rsquo;re both walki..</description>
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			<title>He Don't</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; He sat on his porch with a sauce pot, lighter, bottle of lighter fluid and a box of memories. He wandered if this act would bring him any closure. If destruction in the physical form would bring about healing in the spiritual. While he held that first letter in his hand, he thought back to th..</description>
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			<title>Rise &amp; Fall</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; It was that morning glare, beaming through shut shades. Screaming and sounding off through and from behind that sound proof enclosure. Leaking out from under that water tight seal, that whispered for my eyes to open. In my approval of that request&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;	&amp;nbsp; The keys to Heaven&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Make Me Proud</title>
			<description>	She took my hand and led the way. I followed, keeping grip of her finger tips,  trying to maneuver through the tables, and crowd. Trying to keep sight of my destination, through short periods of temporary blindness from shifting black lights and strobes. Trying not to allow the loud and heavy bass ..</description>
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			<title>Pretty Wings</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; She paused. Hoping for a reaction that would prevent her from doing what they both were against. During that brief moment of silence, time seemed to defy all logical understanding. He stood. He stood and reflected on previous arguments, all so similar. Her asking to be set free, him unwilling..</description>
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			<title>An Idiom for a Prayer (Thank You and farewell 2014)</title>
			<description>  As my best foot embarks upon that honorable journey forward. As I attempt to add substance to these four walls and a kitchen sink. As my eyes and ears start to make sense of the Greek I knew as life. &amp;nbsp;  Although the moment&amp;rsquo;s heat may prove to overwhelm. Although previous voyages hav..</description>
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			<title>You and Me / Me and You</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve been here before. This horror movie inspired torture chamber. This haunted labyrinth. This make or break you moment. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	I&amp;rsquo;ve heard your voice. You spoke to me during my worst. You looked down on me and screamed &amp;ldquo;unworthy&amp;ldquo;. Gently kneeled down by my side and whi..</description>
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