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			<title>Uncommon</title>
			<description>Hand in hand they walkedChattering blissfully, smiles cheek to cheekHands intertwined, neither thinking of the time.Rain fell softly, music played quietly.Tapping her fingers to the steering wheel she hummedMind wandering as the road went on.He looked at her smiling, squeezing the handIf only time c..</description>
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			<title>Laughter</title>
			<description>You hear them laughingLight and Airy Not a care in the airBut what follows...Silence.Shattering is nextGlass breaking Heads crackingBodies flaringCries for help ringBut no one comesThe snow falling.</description>
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			<title>Glass</title>
			<description>Each time she breathedIt felt like glass.Shards slashing her throatGasping for air, she hoped.Hoping for a release,So everyone would be pleased.Tears rolled down her face,Death awaits.Was it a sweet release?God. She hoped.</description>
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