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			<title>Nights like these</title>
			<description>The air made a crisp cold sensation as it filled my lungs, sending a shiver throughout my body. The night was dark and a faint silhouette of evergreen trees were in the distance. When I breathed a foggy mist left my lips, and lingered until it evaporated into the thin air.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The rust..</description>
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			<title>The Questions</title>
			<description>I am trapped in the mind I live in.</description>
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			<title>i cant find the right title</title>
			<description>This is something i worked on about 2 years ago.

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			<title>Lay awake</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As I lay awake I found myself dreaming of a reality that nolonger existed. Thinking of a past memory that has clouded my vision, like athick fog. Not being able to see, or hear, or move; alone. &amp;nbsp;A perfect smile with red lips; more thick than blood. Herwords echoed th..</description>
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