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			<title>Hope(less)</title>
			<description>I've given up.On those so-calledchance meetingsthat don't turn into anythingother than a&amp;nbsp;bump on the shoulder.Flings that happenon a whimbecause ofthe boiling urgesfrom the sun.Embracesand lukewarm toucheswhose leaves will surelybe swept away asthe air turns cold.Stupid promisesthat couldn't be..</description>
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			<title>Thread Prison</title>
			<description>Gently woven into a land of roses;thorns embrace wilted wrists.Red snakes wrap around the skin,their venom lulls us into a deep sleep.Switch faces with a statue.Unknown emotions split hearts like hairs.Chains made of thread in every crack.Reach out, but they pull you back.The string decides your fat..</description>
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			<title>Chance</title>
			<description>The sky was a dark shade of gray. Though the air seemed to be heavy with gloom, the city was bustling. Along the sidewalk laid trash and people who had found a small amount of comfort on graffiti-covered benches. Cyclists rushed by, a lane to themselves. Stoplights flashed from green to yellow, cars..</description>
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			<title>Lawless</title>
			<description>We play around and call it mindless fun.They call us family and be submit.Little do they know we have our own wit.We pull the trigger and fire the gun.We make cannibals out of ourselves.The chef cackles in delight as we feast.Sweet aroma masks the unsightly beast.&amp;nbsp;We stash our sins behind their..</description>
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