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			<title>New Found Religion, Pt. I</title>
			<description>I wanna lay waste to your altar Dedicate you to the love gods Spill your blood out on the wild flowers Leave you sprawled out on the white covers Leave the pillow talk to the lovers. Whispers of the carnal kind Truth hurts but we cannot hide Ain't always sunny on the sunny side Ain't..</description>
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			<title>From Her Ashes, A Statue. </title>
			<description>I'm losing sleep over my actions. And it's no surprise. Lord knows I should. At times it feels like you're watching.It's in my mind. I know you're gone for good. There was a time i had you blushing. But our love story belonged in books. Not a fan of books. I find them too consuming. Thou..</description>
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			<title>The Cuckoo's First. </title>
			<description>It's red. It's white. And something in between. Scarlet drops of life Smeared over the porcelain. Silent, still and spread-eagled,She lies on the cold tilesAnd if you listen really close, You could almost hear her sigh. With every breath she takes, The cold fog emanates, From h..</description>
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			<title>Crow Song</title>
			<description>Out in the early spring airWas the pitchy song of the birds.A song from somewhereIn the high skies whereOnly electric polescould observeAs they composedA tune so timeless,So beautiful and yet so blue.It broke the silenceOf the vast and quiet green. The leopard stopped hunting..</description>
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			<title>The Sands</title>
			<description>If eyes, they say, arethe windows to the soulThen lies must be thecurtains that cover themIf our lives musteventually come to an endI refuse to believethere is nothing more absolute than death&amp;nbsp;Even after we go downinto dust and fall through the hourglassThe..</description>
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