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			<title>Winter Life</title>
			<description>I would that life could always last. &amp;nbsp;I can relish in the warmth around me,&amp;nbsp;but I'm cold.&amp;nbsp;This life is cold.&amp;nbsp;The cold keeps me alive.&amp;nbsp;Keeps me breathing.&amp;nbsp;I can feel it fill me&amp;nbsp;and in me&amp;nbsp;and outside me;&amp;nbsp;I take comfort in it.&amp;nbsp;Knowing that the cold is t..</description>
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			<title>Winter Tanka</title>
			<description>I feel myself soarwhen I look upon the topof the wintry heights;to fly quiet lands unknown,falling through snow white landscapes.</description>
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			<title>Run</title>
			<description>My thoughts one night, put into some semblance of verse.</description>
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			<title>City Monoliths</title>
			<description>Might as well upload some poetry while I'm at it. A tanka.</description>
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			<title>That Day</title>
			<description>Something I wrote a while ago that I'm willing to share now.</description>
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			<title>Life's Unknown</title>
			<description>	He sat with his back to the sun, its rays shining through the southward facing windows. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t precisely basking; the sun wasn&amp;rsquo;t strong enough for that today. It was more sun than he had seen in a good number of weeks though. That was the problem with this part of the country; the su..</description>
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