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			<title>Dakota Pipeline</title>
			<description>Inspired by the protests of the the Dakota Pipeline</description>
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			<title>on the run</title>
			<description>Bam! The door flung open with such force the doorknob wassmashed into my wall making a hole. As I inhaled sharply, the large man tookimpossibly giant steps towards me. He pushed me against the wall, knocking my favorite painting off the nail. &amp;ldquo;Where.. the.. f**k is it? Do NOT play wi..</description>
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			<title>winter</title>
			<description>Alone, in the darkA new heaviness above my headAnother world maybeI remembered the warm, golden sunand I felt smallAnd then the winter passed and the garden again grew sweet </description>
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			<title>The Light</title>
			<description>Where does the light in the heart come from?Light is usually related to some sort of actiontwo sticks rubbing together, a stovetopa thumb flicking a lighter, or a switchLight must rely on someone believing in what could be.</description>
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			<title>Enough</title>
			<description>Each thought of it could send you flying over the steep cliffs edge. From solid ground to grasp less etherTumbling, Falling descending To a place with no light where there's no love to find. Alone and sinking The air has weight and holds you down Until you lift your heavy head and whis..</description>
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