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			<title>Galaxy love </title>
			<description>She was a girl made up of galaxy's and he a boy in love with the stars. </description>
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			<title>2 am brain </title>
			<description>I wonder what it's like in someone else's brain, could they get so lost in it as I do mine? Swimming through ocean after ocean after tidal wave of thought, like a computer fully charged at 2 am with to many tabs open. Their thoughts as star dust floating among the planets. I wonder if it's anyth..</description>
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			<title>Why</title>
			<description>&quot;Why, why must we feelthe need to beat others tothe soil just to makes ourselves feel strong?&quot;&quot;Why, why do we see loveas a weakness rather then astrength?&quot;&quot;Why, why is the color of a persons skin so different thenthe color of their hair or their eyes?&quot;&quot;Why, why is the way we look so much more import..</description>
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			<title>Whispers from the sea</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chapter oneOnce upon a time, near a small village by the sea slept a child no more then a year.&amp;nb..</description>
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