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			<title>How I Loved You</title>
			<description>She: &quot;All I see are spacesgrim, condescending,&amp;nbsp;meaningless, colddecorations on this orange-sky parchment.&quot;He: &quot;Grand gestures, coveted reality.True emotion decrying the filth.For if black and white be love,I smell neon green.Orange is but peace.&quot;She: &quot;Say what you will,actions sour grapes.Lilti..</description>
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			<title>And Yes There Was A Time</title>
			<description>Its an open letter to people's God by an atheist, or someone psycho enough to that effect. Read: &quot;Exit Eternity&quot;</description>
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			<title>Exit Eternity</title>
			<description>Read: &quot;And Yes There Was A Time&quot; for a better understanding.</description>
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			<title>The Old Man</title>
			<description>Some blood and some flesh, about length five feet,there on top of, his gray cotton sheet.Silence in his room, save noise from the fan,staring blindly, lay the old man.Waiting on the table, a glass half filled,&amp;nbsp;a broken whisky bottle, few drops spilled,&amp;nbsp;&quot;This is not it, this wasn't the plan..</description>
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