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			<title>a Poem song</title>
			<description>Come whisper to me, say you want it all. I am shy, I haven't talked with an Angel before.I have never confronted moonlight and listen to it's pain from all the dusk it is trying to fill in with darkness. Every darkness has an Ocean-like image of itself stored in the mind of a lifelong numb whale. Oh..</description>
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			<title>Happenings</title>
			<description>Within ourselves a hint of the egg of a primary God burns like everything is coming to an end. And also what 'everything' means for us. Beyond the shadow of namefulness, I have only walked in a very sneaky manner, oblivious to the guilt of stepping wrong.In that region, drums of the judgement day ha..</description>
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			<title>Dominion of lips</title>
			<description>musings and all, :')</description>
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			<title>A Deviant Pilgrim</title>
			<description>What lies at the end of our pilgrimagewe may never know because ofOur deviant courses and daylight debauchery.Sticking to his face, a tattoo of sleepScratches his skin through, when it weighs much.Apathy sneaks into his study room and festers.The girl who sleeps on the out-thrust of ..</description>
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			<title>Desolation of Blue</title>
			<description>A secret retribution once soughtBy this endless sky went astray.After that, he cast himselfTo the feet of the prodigal BlueTo provoke its venality.Days went past and old songsDied in oblivion.And I, riding this earth for agesGot so far away from where I was.I still don't know how..</description>
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