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			<title>Her cleaver sonnet </title>
			<description>She sung a sonnet, static, and all the ambient sick noises fell asleep. In through the mist her confidence drove her, and up her beauty streamed. Crumbles and rustled away, fierce this time that had been, and in she laid her soft lullaby and on her warmth full bed I Sway across the unpleasant like a..</description>
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			<title>Painful contrast </title>
			<description>Winded in a sorrowful song, played by the windows where the sepia filtered the sun dead. While their hearts seek and find the waited for, the everlasting crave for; the light mornings and the silver nights, their warm bodies and the grilled sunlight through the same sky that's grey for me. Glide pas..</description>
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