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		<description>The original writings of author K.</description>
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			<title>ancient song</title>
			<description>wrote this while listening to throat singing... and sitting at a campus computer.</description>
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			<title>you told me</title>
			<description>old one too + it has coffee!</description>
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			<title>windswept, frostbitten</title>
			<description>old one again</description>
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			<title>nightpoems</title>
			<description>old piece (i'm uploading stuff from the ancient times here now.)
two poems, written in the middle of some turbulent night, i guess.</description>
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			<title>THIS IS MY MANTRA</title>
			<description>&quot;You are never safe.You are never alone.You are never free, 100%They tell you not to trust anythingbut yourselfThat is just a clever way of saying&quot;Trust us. B e l i e v e&amp;nbsp; in us.Don't trust, don't believe in anythingEspecially not yourself.Especially not your emotions.They are a battlefield, a ..</description>
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			<title>Songs for the Moon</title>
			<description>		if i did something wronglet the snow fallsilently, at nightif my languagebore too many harsh wordslet the tide come earlywash over the pebbles&amp;amp; the bare feetif you avoid the beggarsfeasting on smiles &amp;amp; laughterscast no glimpse on me againmy silence is already broken..</description>
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