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			<title>Thermodynamics</title>
			<description>Like boiling water,we all have our place.To go against the grain,means begging to be slain.How ironic our pillars,are the ones to carry all.When the peak, infact,is the one to see it all.The poor remain poor,and the rich remain rich.For the people play their part,as the hea..</description>
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			<title>No More Walls</title>
			<description>Its up to you to decypher the code.Angels don't make mistakes.When did all become so clear?When did it open your eyes?Black as night.Hard as blood.Clam shut tight!Clam shut tight!My vision is red.Sucked down drowning fast.I desperately claw at the current.Save me!Anybody!..</description>
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			<title>Luminous Veil</title>
			<description>Sometimes I am fixated on the patterns in the sky.But when I point them out.The lady in blackshakes her head.Sometimes I am fascinated by the energies surrounding people.But when I stare for too long.The lady in blackpats my back.Sometimes it seems that people ramble on forever...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QuietSeer/1564528/</link>
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			<title>Lynn</title>
			<description>A soul without a home.A wild rose, pleasent to behold.Far from perfect.Perfect for me.Whisked away too soon.I still see you.I've watched you laugh.I've watched you cry.I've watched you grow.I've loved you so.Your hand snapped shut into mine.We always were a perfect match...</description>
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			<title>Let Me Be</title>
			<description>Your bed is where you lay your head.I wake up thinking that you're dead.Right down the stairs your body's spead.I'll be the parent in your stead.I hurled your dead weight up the stairs.And ran some water in the bath tub.We must look like the weirdest pair.When I come storming through..</description>
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			<title>A Great Fall</title>
			<description>Mask of A Giant</description>
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			<title>Little Girl With The Old Soul</title>
			<description>She's always on the outside looking in.Always at the outer edges of everybody's circles.She is only here to observe,so She never makes contact,never gets involved,She's always watching from a distance.Her eyes are Her greatest weapon,but the reason for all Her suffering.Like a doub..</description>
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			<title>The True Nature of Lonely People</title>
			<description>Love and Breakup</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>Some people spend their entire lives chasing their dreams.While other people spend their entire lives waiting for their dreams to fall into their lap.Some people are afraid to fail,while others are afraid to succeed.Some people bleed and sweat for their dreams,while others have long fo..</description>
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			<title>Bird of Attention</title>
			<description>A poem for &quot;Attention Seekers&quot; unaware of their own tranparencies.</description>
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