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			<title>Contemplation.</title>
			<description>A simple poem written during a turbulent time in my life.</description>
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			<title>Infected.</title>
			<description>Fleeing from the bacteriathat had poisoned androtted my soul.Only to dread theimminent infection once again.Lacking in strength to&amp;nbsp;fight it off, but knowing&amp;nbsp;its sweet painremedies all.</description>
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			<title>Haunted</title>
			<description>Written at a time of great turmoil in my life. Betrayal and hurt run through the poem.</description>
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			<title>The Moon.</title>
			<description>Your face is the moon and&amp;nbsp;I am the stars that dance throughthe galaxy.Intertwined, swimming in theamniotic fluid of spaceLaced with deathly stars, comets,&amp;nbsp;and fiery asteroids of hell above.He is my moon.Gazing upon a familiar face on thefirm round earthConsumed by curiosity.I am the stars...</description>
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