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			<title>To You, For Today</title>
			<description>A bit of a love poem.</description>
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			<title>The Tide</title>
			<description>Vast oceansExplosionsof colorThe notionof breathing saltWeightless, timeless, shapelessYou floatEyes closedThe waves show the waySure linesTo the shorelineA muddy dispositionImpossible positionThe beach is a desertEmptySleep now, in your sand bedThe sound of timeTick, tick talks in your mindYou are ..</description>
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			<title>Eternal Recurrence</title>
			<description>I don't really know if you can call this poetry. I've certainly never considered myself a poet. I write what I write, and it is what it is. This is usually the way it goes.</description>
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