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			<title>Mellow Persiflage</title>
			<description>Walk, says the wind, gushing past the leaf at dawn&amp;hellip; as everystrand of strength is beautifully drained out of your will, as sweet as a fulcrum,rocking from side to side...&amp;nbsp;Oblivious of thegiant swing it stands to hold.. A benign neglect, only the thorn understands...The thor..</description>
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			<title>What Art Thou?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Lets all point our little fingers and wish forchange, every little end emitting embers and glory.. lets all point out the demons naught they asdark as your soul within, let us all smile thine very laughter whichbrings the shadows in front of thee&amp;hellip; and then shall I ask,..</description>
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			<title>A Prowler's Lament</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;And as thestatue moves its fingers and opens its eyes, the dragon stares hard with itsfiery red eyes, glowing with bewilderment. The statue steps from the podium andmakes its way into the street and the heart of this newfound town. Silentlymerging in with the pouring crowd of machi..</description>
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			<title>Mirror...Am I?</title>
			<description>Mirror&amp;hellip; is it? Or just shards of anothermemory as we strain through the thoughts of what used to be. Seeing your smileas I was getting out of bed, I felt a sudden urge inside me, a sudden rush,which made me pull the trigger on you, on that beautifully cold morning.&amp;nbsp;The star..</description>
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