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			<title>Up There</title>
			<description>I can just barely see you up thereStanding upon that mountaintopwith a daisy resting in your hair.You look very out of place.but looks can be deceiving,for i did not notice that smile spread across your face.You took a seat atop a boulderon the edge of the cliff.extending your arm to catch&amp;nbsp;the ..</description>
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			<title>Trust</title>
			<description>you can trust enoughto let her sow your seeds.but not enoughto go out aloneor evenlook through your phone</description>
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			<title>Contradictions </title>
			<description>We will hang from the roots,And bathe in the mud.We can drown in the flames,And burn in the waves.Let us thrive in the shadows,If only for the night.For when I am with you,I am surrounded by light. &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>In The Depths</title>
			<description>Leap with me,&amp;nbsp;From the roof,Into the well.That cold darknessWe both knowAll too well.There we can live,Arm in arm,Heart in heart,Befriending our demons.</description>
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			<title>Burned, Once Again</title>
			<description>Her eyes burned like fire,&amp;nbsp;But i dared not to extinguish it.&amp;nbsp;As i stood, with a pale in hand,She mouthed the words &quot;trust me&quot;And as I spilled out the water,She vanished,Leaving behind only a pile of ash,Soon to be blown away.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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