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			<title>Hazel</title>
			<description>Stars of hazel fly across the night sky,&amp;nbsp;And beauty fills the eyes&amp;nbsp;Of an unsuspecting dreamer.&amp;nbsp;She sits,&amp;nbsp;Staring at a skewed reflection,&amp;nbsp;Waiting for the quiet storm to pass.&amp;nbsp;Stars of hazel bring light&amp;nbsp;To her cold, dark world,&amp;nbsp;And dry up the tears&amp;nbsp;That hav..</description>
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			<title>The Still</title>
			<description>Mellow and hushed,Deafening silence awakens the shadowsThat play with the peridot prairie.The zephyr,Invigorated by a lavender haze,Soothes the watchful eye of a nearby seed;Captured by a feather parachuteThat drifts with the ever changingPitch and toneOf billowing limbs.Rhythm a..</description>
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			<title>Entanglement</title>
			<description>The thread of lifeentangledat fate's hand.Adorned in gold, a stream of sand, two beads of coal, cinders dancing. Entrancing.One, captivatedby the beauty of theuniquelyordinaryother.Entangled.By fate. Improbable.By love. Irrevocable.By desire. Incandescent.Radiant.Radiatin..</description>
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			<title>Bricks</title>
			<description>A yellow brick in a sea of red,My thoughts linger in words unsaid.I drown in silence, weighed down by dread,Hanging on to life by a single thread.Then comes the poet, a pen of blue,He writes the world, once turned askew.His words are wisdom, astute and true,Promises paint the world a..</description>
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			<title>Bookends</title>
			<description>Things must always     come in two,One for me     and one for you.As the heart     is lit anew,Words are spoken     pure and true.Things must always     come in two,You claim me     and I let you.Fire burns in touch,     stars flew,Then comes the dark,     the end in vi..</description>
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			<title>I Sit Here</title>
			<description>I sit here,staring,at blank stares, blank faces,these weary soulsleave subtle tracesof empty thoughtsthis human race isexhausting.We're stressed,depressed,yet we're being pressedfor information;the information age is aneed-to-know,get up and go,yelling for show,popula..</description>
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