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			<title>Components Repeating</title>
			<description>There's a rock downthereThat only tears canbreak upThere's a slab oflimestone&amp;nbsp;Gravelly and hard&amp;nbsp;Chipped away&amp;nbsp;until itwas almost goneBut it grew andgrew&amp;nbsp;Until it lodged in thethroat&amp;nbsp;And pierced theheart&amp;nbsp;With its raggededges..</description>
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			<title>This is the Me that Loved You</title>
			<description>I wish you were still the way&amp;nbsp;you were&amp;nbsp;when Imet youBefore your face leakedthe thoughts of arrogance&amp;nbsp;you held,&amp;nbsp;toxic, in your mind &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before you thought theways that I am&amp;nbsp;Are the ways you could not comprehendBefore we couldn't bealoneWith o..</description>
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			<title>Visit to the Bottom</title>
			<description>My biggest fear:Someplace with no warm light&amp;nbsp;A man-made lake,Shallow, wires taped to the bottom&amp;nbsp;A dry fountain sits in the middle&amp;nbsp;It does not make senseIt is not&amp;nbsp;naturalI live there;&amp;nbsp;No sound, no light, no wordsA void less void of silence and bubblesI avoid myselfAnd speak o..</description>
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