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			<title>The day we stopped looking, Charlie</title>
			<description>A peek of the woman he loves through his eyes.</description>
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			<title>The Suspect Of Romance</title>
			<description>I saw my toes curling into wet sand I saw you standing between me andThe place where the sun drowns into a far far landPushed away by the nephilic wing spreadWoke up to the alarm sound on the bedMemories flew like those fallen feathers before I had another glanceYou are too good to be real, Leaving ..</description>
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			<title>I Don't Really Think About You So Much</title>
			<description>Have you ever been in a situation of this sort before?Its like the aroma of petrichorIt surely is not the way they show in the moviesI don't actually think about you so muchThe first few minutes of your absence are the toughestLeaving your demonic residue all over my neural nestThe strangest rush of..</description>
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