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			<title>Two Bit Carnival Trick </title>
			<description>Laborless windmill flings downward the sledge.Echo of consciousness already&amp;nbsp;puts him on edge.Jealousy revealed, loathed by a sniper,tension release, tilt rigs the high striker.True to himself he dead centered his blow.A fortuitous price unforeseen by the show.Sweet spot well stricke..</description>
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			<title>Uncertain Beginning</title>
			<description>Sabotaging prosperity forever looking to walk awaystuck within existence fear to leave, gone astray. Staring out hearts prison window upon my sentenced floor focused on my solace who&amp;rsquo;s on a distant shore.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful reflection cast clear through frosted glassstuck behind the..</description>
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			<title>Euphoric Electrification</title>
			<description>Do not pick my pocket embracing my golden time&amp;nbsp;I will yield it my love inspireda euphoric electrificationwhich I set in motion&amp;nbsp;advancing into change&amp;nbsp;Too slow for those who wait,&amp;nbsp;too swift for those who fear,those who return my love time is not,it&amp;rsquo;s a sta..</description>
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			<title>My Life</title>
			<description>Sweat rolling from the grindstone, plodded by my miseryI ponder my own existence, my recent trial and error with debaucheryAuthentication of my consciousness, the morality of my conduct my temptation of annihilation ever present, ever capable Why am I here, is this my life, do I have freed..</description>
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			<title>Night Terror</title>
			<description>Problems abate arms reachtallied like lambs familiar my sleep bolster as terror muffler and damperjudgments departed willfully scampermaliciously pound my mattress doorreturned descending waning till lethally no more</description>
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