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			<title>Damage </title>
			<description>Fragile to touch the power colourof crimson red. Glistening, gleaming, glowing;Capturing the surrounding light.Inhaling droplets,contrasting colours of red and green the stalk thirsty for recognition- for affection. Revenge so bitter,thorns like knives.Ready to cut ready to..</description>
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			<title>Scream </title>
			<description>A screaming man stood in the square,Onlookers paused, no thought to blink.But neglect did not provoke his prayer:Paper clothes his chest; covered in ink.Held so tightly, not read aloud,For he was not there to stand and preach.The man never wished for a crowdthat he could scream parab..</description>
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			<title>Composed upon Porsforth Bridge</title>
			<description>Natural disaster or creationof glistening waves crashing to impress,rocks now glisten from hits so effortlessonlookers pause in anticipation,Signal the valley of desolation.One great storm, now anything but distressJust leaves off trees, does the five possess,floating afar - visions of..</description>
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			<title>Sinkhole </title>
			<description>I died twice before I was dead,once in my heart the other my head. And when one broke the other became numb-trade them all in for the final sum.I swear you won't live to regret,the final thought in your mind is set.Dying while your shell is still aliveSet in stone is a death you now ..</description>
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