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		<description>The original writings of author Loui SE</description>
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			<title>Sunken Mermaid</title>
			<description>About suicide </description>
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			<title>An uneasy awakening</title>
			<description>About Depression</description>
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			<title>My darling Ilse</title>
			<description>I wrote this on the 25th of last October at 12: 45 p.m. when I was laying sick in bed with rubella.
In my isolation, I grew very fond of my small companion.</description>
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			<title>My Heaven</title>
			<description>About finding new ways/ peace with one self</description>
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			<title>Our streets.</title>
			<description>22.1.15Our streets are carved into geometric forms as if the well-known order would help us revive our long lost roots.Our soft feet fitted into well designed, well styled plastic to help us slander quickly and without distraction over the grey, cool streets that safely mark the way as to make sure ..</description>
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			<title>At the water.</title>
			<description>About change</description>
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			<title>Thick thunder cloud.</title>
			<description>A thick thunder cloud silently emerging on the horizon.Slowly hovering to the right, to the left making out which way to decide on.Disguised by a solid sheep's west, in its midst a mighty tyran.It&amp;acute;s a sight you can&amp;acute;t help but stop, gaze and admire on.With a deep forecasting grown, the cl..</description>
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			<title>What it would be like to be a tree.</title>
			<description>08.12. 14I wonder what it would be like to be a tree.What it would be like to sway in the wind with no haste or worry.Firmly rooted in the womb of mother earthSteadily observing the whispers,&amp;nbsp;washed ashore by the wind, of worlds far away.No strain to keep their balance. No muscles or joints to ..</description>
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			<title>Deserted</title>
			<description>Far fetched voices caught in one hand,chasing choices disappearing in drying, wet sand. Distant drums rumble slowly into my conscious mind. To each task I stumble leaving the last one behind.nothing at stakenothing to looseyou give what you take and you earn what you choose.I wait for the break trot..</description>
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