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			<title>Tempest True</title>
			<description>Where art thou life?Why am I caught in this whirlwind when I seek direction?When I pursue a course, it closes itself to me.When I flee, the storm follows and closes in upon me.And then on days whim, there's a break in the storm.And the sun breaks through the abandon,Clearly calls to me.And I forget ..</description>
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			<title>Hemlock</title>
			<description>Ghosts. ghosts. ghosts.Friendly when foreign, A foe when familiar.I spit out all that I love, for fear it may be poison.Slowly hemlock taints me.Weakening. taints me.But you, you sing clear through me.You antidote to my madness.You do not play on my anxieties, strung tight like coiled strings to any..</description>
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			<title>Song in Throat</title>
			<description>The wave of a hand,&amp;nbsp;passing through,&amp;nbsp;The flight of your smile&amp;nbsp;Making it's appearanceSecrets. Promises. Vows and half spilled lies.&amp;nbsp;Strewn about the traces of a stolen tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;Stolen in it's youth, murdered at inception. Before.Lost my breath.&amp;nbsp;can't catch it. Lungs scr..</description>
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			<title>The grey</title>
			<description>A hope projected to naive eyes. Grasping at shadows, cold. Be the weary lamb, a wolf, starving? hiding in the locks of the welcomed? Come on in then, neath my hearth. but nay, stay, stay enough away. Friend or wretched foe, I can't discern. Until you come close enough to harm me. But, how shall I di..</description>
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