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			<title>Reality</title>
			<description>Don't fear what is unseenand don't panic for what is untoldfor the wise see aheadand the fool stays behinddon&amp;rsquo;t seek what is hidden&amp;nbsp;for what it brings shall be untoldtwo sides ahead and they shall choose.It shall not be seenbut it shall be exposed&amp;nbsp;the truth we seek&amp;nbsp;not liefor it..</description>
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			<title>Unspoken</title>
			<description>There are words that are unspokenwords that describe they way you feelhidden truth behind this realistic worldpains you to go there without anyone seeing ityou keep strong&amp;nbsp;keep believingTo what extent?hopping that something will come truenervous as your heartbeat&amp;nbsp; raisesthoughts just runni..</description>
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			<title>HE</title>
			<description>This heart that beats have finally stopThe wold had just stop and now it feels counterclockwiseback and front it goesnever reaching the highest levelis it because it never listen to instruction?or never see what at stake?now time is running out andhe is about to fall deep into the ditchEveryone arou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/freeverser/1575111/</link>
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			<title>my world</title>
			<description>In my world,&amp;nbsp;were my thoughts residesplenty of them just crashing aroundLike a million words each daymemories just repeating themselvesin this big world,love, hatred, desire residesstill searching for meaning&amp;nbsp;but the crowd this worldAll the stuff that does not have any meaningit is taking ..</description>
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