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			<title>Driving Away from Me</title>
			<description>Flourescent lights, coldMake me a droneIn a closed space, bubblesLean over hereKick meBeg my attentionConfidence trip, boldColor me soldYou were fool's gold, troubleTell me I'm wrongForce meStraighten my headThat's what you did, toldYou told me noRose tinted eyes, betrayedThought for so longBut wron..</description>
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			<title>To the Mother</title>
			<description>As above, so belowTake me away to things I want to knowSwallow the red pillDown the blue oneGive me blissful knowledge until I am noneOne with the universeCliche of enlightenmentIn itself, a sort of atonmentTo seek it is a curseCome down, understand meIt isn't hard to fathomHold me, allow me to seeT..</description>
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			<title>With the Breath Given to Me</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;I amStill breathingThe beast cannot enterThis DomainWhile I amStill breathingIt aches me to knowThat one dayAll willCease to existBegging moreOf what I may beI do notWish to disappointAny onlookerAnd more importantlyNotYouI&amp;nbsp;I takeThe less orthodox routeTo point outHow UniqueThis situatio..</description>
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			<title>What Separates You From Me (On My Side)</title>
			<description>Lyrics to a song I wrote for my destined-to-be-doomed band in high school. Ohh, the nostalgia is strong with this one.</description>
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			<title>You Say You Gotta Go Home</title>
			<description>Oh man. First semester of college. :') I wonder what she's doing now. They're now married actually.</description>
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			<title>Grain of Salt</title>
			<description>Lyrics to a song I wrote, but I suppose it doubles as a poem.</description>
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			<title>Ascend</title>
			<description>Bathing a new trophyNot shining but illuminatingAll that any could seeConnecting allThat ever attempts to bindLeaving lost life behindAnd seeking reconciliationPity to those not traveled hereDepriving a consciousA being of higher divinityIf such a Highness deserves assumptionA separation of willsA s..</description>
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