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			<title>Time Continuum of Eternity </title>
			<description>Restriction, constriction, eviction of the mind when we give in to fiction,addiction, and race against time I looked at her as she took her last few breaths exhaling, &quot;I wish...I wish&quot; and shed a tear of detest She looked at me and I saw her life through her eyesblurred by asylum and w..</description>
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			<title>Dichotomous</title>
			<description>two identical thoughts developed in isolation on two different hemispheres identical in structureyet paradoxical in course two identical thoughtsfueled by very different greedsand executed, one with zealousy and one with jealousy, continuing to either sculpt or destruct self-conj..</description>
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			<title>Ghost Stories Shot By Light</title>
			<description>What's your story? They asked. I looked them firmly in the eyesWhat's your story? They asked again.I saw the smirks on their faces This was the third week they had asked me Come on, everyone has a story, they laughed.This was the 21st day they had asked me You've got nothing but your s..</description>
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