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			<title>THE SOUL OF THE RUNNER</title>
			<description>I flow through these spaces like a floating leaf at race horse pacesshifting gracefully like a line tracing a unique path every time &amp;nbsp;waiting to catch my wind to hop up and unwind,fly again, and release a skill that blindsmasking the sense of understanding saying f**k the sublime,just accepting..</description>
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			<title>The Epitome of My Soul</title>
			<description>	So poetic as the grim thoughts fluctuation fights to awake the bad memories from their&amp;nbsp;hybernation constantly as they militate my persistance and my determinations existance,&amp;nbsp;Life as i know it fades into the mists, my attempts for survival seem nothing butBliss, Happiness brightens me lik..</description>
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