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			<title>Winter's Kiss</title>
			<description>frosty lips and rosy cheekscold hands in warm pocketssoft whispers and sweet nothings,of butterfly kisses and snowicy breath smothering lipssweet as sharp peppermint&amp;nbsp;and marshmallow-y chocolate</description>
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			<title>The Jump</title>
			<description>Hollow chest, empty lungsDroopy eyes and quiet tonguesJust another blank page.Cold cheeks, empty handsMetal fence and rusty cansJust another lonely one.Clashing waves, rough cementShaking limbs and, oh, so spentJust another simple step.Blinding wind, passing cars..</description>
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			<title>Falling Summer</title>
			<description>Faded greens turning crispwhispering among the trees.Floating shapes clashingspreading a golden dustonly valuable to a few.Breezy voices sighing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; asthey lose their melody&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>We Used To</title>
			<description>We used to dream the impossibleof silver wings and fireof swords and dark magic.We&amp;rsquo;d fly, far away,with messy colors and pens,while our parents screamedwith cold, static voices.We never knew ourselveshow fragile and innocentor simple we were.We&amp;rsquo;d r..</description>
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