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			<title>Synesthesia of The Soul</title>
			<description>We strung the planets like pendantson sterling silver chains around our necks.A solar system contained in the portico of &amp;#8232;his heart.&amp;nbsp;We breathe stardust and cover &amp;#8232;our eyes in clear blue cellophane until&amp;nbsp;our lungs scream and scream sterile winters.Frozen signs and swans swim in..</description>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>What if they&amp;rsquo;re playing us a song and we can&amp;rsquo;t hear it?&amp;nbsp;Lightyears away, some symphony is desperately trying to say it.&amp;nbsp;A towering crescendo lost in space,&amp;nbsp;Like the words I wanted to say&amp;nbsp;Before I forgot your face.&amp;nbsp;What if the sound slips through the clouds&amp;nbsp;a..</description>
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			<title>Imaginarium </title>
			<description>His eyes light up&amp;nbsp;when he speaks of&amp;nbsp;history in&amp;nbsp;passionate tonguesand I fall in love&amp;nbsp;with the voiceof antiquity&amp;nbsp;echoing&amp;nbsp;down&amp;nbsp;through the ages,&amp;nbsp;slipping into his song.My heart twists&amp;nbsp;around his beautiful&amp;nbsp;gray blue eyes like a grapevine,&amp;nbsp;clutching ..</description>
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			<title>Cathedral</title>
			<description>The water cold as marble&amp;nbsp;in the cathedral of the cherry waves,&amp;nbsp;wet with the song of the departed,and red with the blood of washed up graves.Hair blows over my eyes,&amp;nbsp;obscuring the silent sea,and for the shortest of moments,&amp;nbsp;blocks out the crimson harmony.&amp;nbsp;Our love preserved i..</description>
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