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			<title>A Poem for Syria</title>
			<description>I wrote this after returning from living in Damascus for a year and a half before the revolution began. I've adjusted the death toll acordingly, it was originally10,000 at the time of writing.</description>
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			<title>Dream Walker</title>
			<description>Once, when waking from walking through your dreams,&amp;nbsp;I fellupon thousands of lights and streams&amp;nbsp;of consciousness And I confessed my sins to your ghost.Through the shadows of all the veils of all the selvesyou've shown to me&amp;nbsp;I found you,&amp;nbsp;sitting beneath a tree. Eyes..</description>
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			<title>The Ends of the Earth </title>
			<description>That the sun and moon see fit to shine their light on this world each day, each night, and you are, and I am,I find it strange they never differentiate between you and I in their giving.&amp;nbsp;Some days I aspire,&amp;nbsp;Some days I am inspiredAll days like the sun and the moon a little of your light sh..</description>
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			<title>Wind of sorrow </title>
			<description>Wail oh wind of bleeding sorrowWail into the folded nightWail a warning of tomorrow&amp;nbsp;Pale the skin and hold it tightCry into the mouth of darknessCry for every shattered limbCry until you tear apart thisHollow construct with your hymnFear has gripped and graveled down the stone of the foundation..</description>
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