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			<title>Picture Perfect</title>
			<description>I got my break and of course I had broke it. You had the thought and finally somebody had spoke it. My lips, your cheek, I love you. I'm weak. I knew where I was going but I have not forgotten where I have been. Displayed in pictures, there is me, dressed in someone else's skin. Picture ..</description>
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			<title>Unforseen </title>
			<description>The last song has played and I turn and walk towards the lobby where I expect to meet you, only to find a handful of people searching for the same thing. You hide in the cracks and static that ring through my head. Deafening yet beautiful, weakening but strong. You've got a secret. You won't sha..</description>
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			<title>Waves</title>
			<description>And there you were, ankle deep and facing the inevitable setting sun. If only we knew that in this moment of beauty that all these seemingly perfect strings would eventually come undone.The wake splashes against her skin and for a minute or two we were living in slow motion. The cool breeze ag..</description>
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