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			<title>love</title>
			<description>Love is like iron. The surface can be rusted by time and trials. But the rub of a beloved can always reveal the core, pure and untouched by the moistness of sadness.</description>
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			<title>Puff in the air</title>
			<description>Puff in the airHe saw the clouds,like puffs of air.His mind burdened,By a puff lightened.He drew a sigh,A puff he sighed.His mind lightened,a puff his own sighted.Weary of his mind,he smoked a chime.He drew a breath,for he was lit.A puff he sighted..</description>
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