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			<title>Dream Catcher</title>
			<description>Cai's gone out west to go bail out a friend. But he runs into unexpected circumstances when he stops to rest his head at a seedy motel.</description>
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			<title>Delirium's Glade</title>
			<description>In delirium's glade
where madness reigns
come see death</description>
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			<title>Night's Leave</title>
			<description>Light rises from the horizonBrilliant reds, blues and pinksAll shine brightly in morning&amp;rsquo;s twilight.Over the landscape sweeps my eyesOver looming metallic buildingsWindows dubiously shiningHinting at some scandalous secret.Over tree topsLeaves still green, but on their edgesSunset colors fring..</description>
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			<title>Smell of books</title>
			<description>Smell of BooksLoveDeep undivided loveAnd fear of lossA threat to Burn Your loved onesAnd all you do is cryIt&amp;rsquo;s gentleLike closing your eyes and taking in a breathBreathAnd you feel themThe paper, the edgesTheir texture, their weightGently you touchBut it&amp;rsquo;s ravenousYour hungerConsuming an..</description>
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			<title>Grief</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t want to beLiving with eyes closedHigh dreams set a fireColors all fade to grey.Nothing.Let me goAnd I fall into nothingThe light leaving me The wolf coming.Into the black my soul embarksNo hint of a sparkThe polaroidsDistorted by blood.Nothing is realAlone with myselfI make the vowMasque..</description>
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