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			<title>The Glass</title>
			<description>You know the glass is poisoned, but what can you do?</description>
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			<title>Morning Dreams</title>
			<description>We all experienced losses in our lives. Some of them define us for what we are. This poem is about such a loss and the feelings created by it.</description>
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