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			<title>Omniscient</title>
			<description>The simple paradoxes I more than implore you to answer... An ode to the apathetic and a sonnet for a saint</description>
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			<title>I Am</title>
			<description>A riddle in writ with few rarities</description>
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			<title>The Seventh Seal</title>
			<description>A letter for you and me, and all who choose to seek more than just themselves... Passing our ecstacy and entering endurement, delivering our letters.</description>
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			<title>The Pink Mist</title>
			<description>A metaphor of man made dissipation and self destruction from the inside of a man.  In the end, we all slip back into the earth. In death we wait, as the world waits, watching those who rule it.  </description>
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			<title>My Paramour</title>
			<description>For me, this was a time of shedding my skin as a poet.  Almost a story, of sorts, that can be related by nearly anyone and everyone that chooses to look past the feeling of knowing what love is...</description>
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