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			<title>Shocking. Isn't It?</title>
			<description>Once upon a time....that's what you'll usually start reading in a fairy tale. With the prince and princess falling love. With the magic that soars and makes us think everything is going to be alright. Well, that's not what I see. You see, I live in my grandfather's old house. With the creaky floors ..</description>
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			<title>The Red Shows</title>
			<description>Drip, drop.Drip, drop.It falls.Falls with surprise.Falls with pain.Can be seen everywhere.To the low of the ground.To the high of the sky.All of this shows.....It drips.And it drops.And it falls.What can we see when it falls?Pain.Pain in none.Pain in some.Pain in all.</description>
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			<title>Cinderella's Dream</title>
			<description>&quot;Come to me, my dear.For a day is ahead of us being together.&quot;&quot;Oh yes.&quot;It happens everyday.Every night.I get to meet a male.&amp;nbsp;Who makes me happy.Who makes me feel as though I am special.We run through the garden and through the castle.We greet the King with his many people about.We dance for a l..</description>
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			<title>The Laughing</title>
			<description>I'm in a room with many. Actually, a few not many.Silenced fills the room.Except for the clicks of computersAnd sweeps of the broom.There is one. One amongst us.Who sounds large like a bus.His laugh fills the room.The laugh tortures us all.All through the room and Even down the hall.His laugh contin..</description>
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			<title>Wandering You</title>
			<description>Wandering, wandering all through the field.Seeing the flowers that can be a shield.Frolicking through them like no tomorrow.As they fill your heart with glee and no sorrow.You see trees on the left and trees on the right.Looking at the green that shines so bright.Arranged with maple and pine. And yo..</description>
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			<title>My Own World</title>
			<description>There is a place.A place unknown.That stands there and all alone. Not visible to many.Only&amp;nbsp;to a few.That might include either me or you.Where anything can happen.Anything from land to seas.Can happen and appear as we please.Whether its dragons and wizards.Warriors and fairy.The things we love i..</description>
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