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			<title>The Pond</title>
			<description>Calmly she sits&amp;nbsp;Legs swinging beneath herToes grazing the surfaceOf the murky pondShe has sat on the embankmentFor so long nowSome times her limbs move freeDry and unobstructedOthers she strugglesBarely clinging to the edgeOnly half fighting to keep&amp;nbsp;Her head above waterNow she is hesitantS..</description>
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			<title>An Automatic Response</title>
			<description>Her mind is not racistConsciously it knows that every man is equal to the nextIt sees past the colour of a man's skinAnd believes in the being beneath.But her body.&amp;nbsp;Her body betrays her.&amp;nbsp;The hand recoils from the dark fingertips of the man paying for his drink.&amp;nbsp;The skin prickles uncom..</description>
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			<title>There was a life</title>
			<description>There was a life&amp;nbsp;Before the one&amp;nbsp;You see me live today&amp;nbsp;A life you wouldn't&amp;nbsp;Understand&amp;nbsp;A world I can't convey&amp;nbsp;You never knew&amp;nbsp;The people who&amp;nbsp;I used to call my friends&amp;nbsp;When everybody&amp;nbsp;Thought the here&amp;nbsp;And now was 'til the end&amp;nbsp;The things I used&amp;n..</description>
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