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			<title>A poem to bid you farewell.</title>
			<description>This is for me more than anything. </description>
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			<title>Home? </title>
			<description>Home! Home is where the-&amp;nbsp;Uncertainty, lies. Like with all the sweet fruits of fallThey soon worm their way into your dwelling. Fall, fall, falling. &amp;nbsp;But oh, oh dear. &amp;nbsp;An echo of an echo of a shell. What once was has passed And with it, sweet dro..</description>
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			<title>My Darling </title>
			<description>'Young love' can often be overlooked, however I believe it's optimism, naivety and pure hear-ache make it one of the most pure forms of emotion. Here is an experience which I hold dear to me. 
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