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			<title>Last Leaf</title>
			<description>The last leaf of a dying tree,Falls gently to the ground,With no one there to see,Or to hear its fragile sound.The sun has gone dark,And the ground, it crumbles,The wind became a starkEcho, and mutters not a mumble.The glowering citadels of humanity,Now empty shells of forgotten life,The ethos of ..</description>
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			<title>Twisted Allegory</title>
			<description>These eyes betray me for what lies before me is only an illusion, a twisted allegory.That is what i tell myself as i gaze upon this corpse. Then Death creeps upon me, atop his pale white horse.&quot;Come with me now, your time has come, no longer shall you wander.&quot;&quot;Your days are done so come along, there..</description>
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			<title>Tick Tock</title>
			<description>Tick tock sounds the clock,Its counting down your life.Tick tock you wound the clock,By causing so much strife.The day is come,Your days are done,There's nowhere left to hide.You are the one,Who brought upon,Your very own demise.The end is here,So have no fear,It will all be over soon.The time is ni..</description>
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			<title>Moments</title>
			<description>I've place my heart upon this shelf,Forever lost and hopeless.Yet that is when i find myself,Praying for moments.My last bitter hours, Fall upon me cold.I shrivel and I cower,Then slowly lose my hold.My heart stops beating,I am lost withing the currents.My efforts were fleeting,Still begging for mom..</description>
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