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		<description>The original writings of author Dina</description>
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			<title>Phase 1: Psych Ops?</title>
			<description>August 1st, 2022. Bellevue Medical Center. A young lady is being pulled in on a stretcher. Her wrists and ankles are cuffed to the bed as she attempts to pull and tug her way out of bondage.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Stop, he said it was safe!&quot;She yells. As two non-sympathetic staff members roll her onto the upper leve..</description>
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			<title>Prelude</title>
			<description>Do you want to know how to destroy someone? I'm sure you've thought about it at least once. I mean come on. It's not hard to imagine. Here, let me walk you through the process.&amp;nbsp;Do you recall the last time someone made you angry? Perhaps so angry you wanted to, well, destroy them? Now imagine if..</description>
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			<title>Myra is Crazy </title>
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			<title>Poet Protection Program </title>
			<description>The same trait that makes the creative is the very trait that breaks them.</description>
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			<title>Heaven for Artists</title>
			<description>Vangough gave up an ear lobePoe made peace with his fearsTortured artists, but what do they care?It&amp;rsquo;s good for the art, well that&amp;rsquo;s what we hear&amp;nbsp;But what about the heart?Paying tribute to greatness before meI acknowledge and learned all their stories&amp;nbsp;Learned them inside and out..</description>
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			<title>Blood Trails</title>
			<description>How many quiet momentsCan we sit here and redefine&amp;nbsp;I stare at this window sill hopingThat the doves carry more obvious clues today&amp;nbsp;That I don&amp;rsquo;t misunderstand&amp;nbsp;A single word they say&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s not so obvious these daysWhich roads will pave the way&amp;nbsp;Cries of forgotten chi..</description>
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			<title>Home Away From Home</title>
			<description>No, you don&amp;rsquo;t know it here&amp;nbsp;This place I goWhere cracked heels&amp;nbsp;And frost bitten toesLead us places no ones knows&amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s nothing to fear&amp;nbsp;Could go anywhere in between A carpet flies us to the westAs locals crown us with a vestOf holiness&amp;nbsp;Your breastplate&amp;nbsp;Is ri..</description>
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			<title>Sovereignty </title>
			<description>Floating in oils paved in wealth&amp;nbsp;Locals say outside the gates lie stealth&amp;nbsp;Terrain is sacred due to ancestor engagement&amp;nbsp;We&amp;rsquo;ve grown complacent from chasing the pavements&amp;nbsp;The sacrifice of luxury in pursuit of sovereignty&amp;nbsp;The chills still catch on to meLessons too&amp;nbsp;I ..</description>
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			<title>Harley</title>
			<description>I listen to you&amp;nbsp;Rather closely dear&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to turn intoAny projection&amp;nbsp;But my need to have you&amp;nbsp;Is heightening my fearsA look into the mirror&amp;nbsp;Do I see myself clear?&amp;nbsp;Is the woman I know&amp;nbsp;anywhere deep in there?&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;re so charmingWhat a darling&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Dimanche </title>
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			<title>(In Progress)</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Where ya going?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;To the Boyou.&amp;rdquo;She pauses to soak in the fresh breeze for a moment.&amp;ldquo;What for?&amp;rdquo;Asks the heckler.&amp;ldquo;To look for answers.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Well, couldn&amp;rsquo;t you just talk to me instead? Maybe I could help you figure stuff out.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;With al..</description>
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			<title>Willow By The Bayou</title>
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			<title>Who Are You Telling?</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve moved my journalIt travels alongside me&amp;nbsp;Like my rucksackAnd my ID&amp;nbsp;Don&amp;rsquo;t think you can find me&amp;nbsp;At least not internallyI&amp;rsquo;ve gone several worlds withinAnd I&amp;rsquo;m smooth sailingBeen through hell and got quite used to itWho are you telling?&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Let's Talk About the Fall </title>
			<description>I became a cynic alongside youShowed me things that other people tried to&amp;nbsp;But I didn&amp;rsquo;t listenI could&amp;rsquo;ve died..You, made sure that I didn&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t know &amp;lsquo;bout faith no moreDon&amp;rsquo;t know &amp;lsquo;bout this place no moreI can&amp;rsquo;t really take no more&amp;nbsp;Sti..</description>
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			<title>Manslaughter</title>
			<description>You don&amp;rsquo;t want empathyYou cannot tell the father&amp;nbsp;That you hate his daughterBut you still date his daughterBecame a rake for his daughter&amp;nbsp;Manslaughter&amp;nbsp;She was fine before youSuddenly she seems blue&amp;nbsp;Heard she went and got her lips doneNext she just might get her hips doneTear..</description>
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			<title>Risk</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t wanna be a bitter daughter&amp;nbsp;My hard working fatherTaught me better than that&amp;nbsp;But I&amp;rsquo;m love sickAnd it&amp;rsquo;s so hard to falterThought I could be much smarterAnd it&amp;rsquo;s as simple as that&amp;nbsp;Looked to the map&amp;nbsp;Just as a courtesyI used to like itWhen you&amp;rsquo;d f..</description>
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			<title>Mixed Signals</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t get offended&amp;nbsp;If I don&amp;rsquo;t read between the linesI&amp;rsquo;m a bit signal blindSometimes out of my mindSometimes I trust the impressionsIn the next moment, I seem to reject themIt&amp;rsquo;s not your faultI&amp;rsquo;m confused to a fault&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>MANIAc</title>
			<description>Don&amp;rsquo;t hurt me&amp;nbsp;Or I may get a little puffed upI might talk a little too muchHope you don&amp;rsquo;t pick up on my bluff&amp;nbsp;All bark and no biteAll words and no fight&amp;nbsp;Keep going just rightThe wound is how the light gets inYou met me, I was still a kid&amp;nbsp;All ego and zero vision&amp;nbsp;I..</description>
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			<title>Attached</title>
			<description>There is nothing out there&amp;nbsp;That plasters the hole in my coeur&amp;nbsp;Doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter if he pays attentionOr if he truly caresThere&amp;rsquo;s corruption within codependence&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m just tryna play fair&amp;nbsp;But I see storms everywhere&amp;nbsp;Jenny sells weight loss drugsShe&amp;rsquo;s been cu..</description>
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			<title>Mutable</title>
			<description>I want you to hold me while imperfectKeep letting you mold me&amp;nbsp;Thought we said no scripts?&amp;nbsp;Fingertips keep foldingWhile you fasten your gripIn the shadows you became your truest selfWhere I fell in love with youUsed to need helpNow I just accept thatI probably can&amp;rsquo;t learn everythingAb..</description>
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			<title>Twice Shy</title>
			<description>I changed my viewNo longer spewing anger towards youIt has nothing to do&amp;nbsp;With anything I once thought&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m shy because I was twice bittenAnd with taking the time to healI&amp;rsquo;m turning kind of smitten&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Slam, NOPoet</title>
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			<title>The Perfect Frame </title>
			<description>They have kept me in close confines Homeless Jobless Just out of sight The shelter I stay in gets dangerous at times And they think I will write a story about it They get scared when I write Maybe because they known what they&amp;rsquo;re doing&amp;rsquo;s not right I can tel..</description>
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			<title>Double Entendres </title>
			<description>Who are these letters addressed to?A lover?A brother?My father in the sky? I write these messages Don&amp;rsquo;t even know why But maybe an alien will intercept them some day And find me, and save me, and take me away </description>
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			<title>On A Vulgar Note </title>
			<description>I hate this world you&amp;rsquo;ve put me in A world where police siren at the mark of a pen Censoring my very writing Putting me in rather confined parameters Europeans in the city playing spies with their cameras out Prisoners released on early bail Playing games of one-up-mans..</description>
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			<title>Politically Incorrect </title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t do cover up stories or political correctness I don&amp;rsquo;t do scripts and etiquette training I don&amp;rsquo;t know how to be anything other than a sincere mess I confess my feelings I protest I stay up at odd hours of the night When something doesn&amp;rsquo;t feel rig..</description>
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			<title>Uzumaki, Malena </title>
			<description>I lay in bed as Omah Lay turns on A song encouraging the Holy Spirit to come upon me And grace me with confidence Lord knows I need it In this final seasonI have reversed my decision to win Hiding behind Jhene Aiko&amp;rsquo;s runs and riffs And I wanted to die Why should..</description>
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			<title>Push Me To The Edge </title>
			<description>I am doing something for my growth I am letting people pleasing go And that will came with some hatred Trust me, I know But it shan&amp;rsquo;t be much worseThan what I&amp;rsquo;ve already endured When my heart was more earnest And my apron secured A servant to the ones who ..</description>
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			<title>Pin The Tail on the Donkey </title>
			<description>If you like me Wouldn&amp;rsquo;t it be simpler to address the fact? Then to play a game of charades with those Who try on my makeup My clothing My accent My tact? </description>
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			<title>Spiritual Declinations </title>
			<description>If you pardon the misdeeds of others But scrutinize mine I will not forgive youI won&amp;rsquo;t Do not be a hypocrite with meSee the truthAnd see it clearly Or I will leave I don&amp;rsquo;t know how But watch and see And it will be a graceless, traceless departure ..</description>
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			<title>Lips of Thunder</title>
			<description>If my words offend you Avoid me at all costs Blacklist me Block me Turn your phone off Do whatever you must Because otherwise I will drown you In my sea of intrusive thoughts With my words that strike chords, triggers, and Gods Lips of thunder Enunciation ..</description>
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			<title>The Truman Show </title>
			<description>A world where authenticity is monetized </description>
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			<title>The Last of a Dying Breed</title>
			<description>Do not strip me of my history Do not try to tell a sweeter version of the same story You cannot erase me from the history books As you&amp;rsquo;ve done with all your similar mistakes This is not a drawing board These musings are more than traceable You leave scars Only to co..</description>
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			<title>Late Night Drive </title>
			<description>Please don&amp;rsquo;t insult my intelligence with your pompous etiquette Throwing money where you should be throwing love Are you the type to walk off once you think you&amp;rsquo;ve done enough?I won&amp;rsquo;t be starved for affection So I&amp;rsquo;ll take as long as necessary to clarify your i..</description>
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			<title>To earnestly wish for the best case scenario </title>
			<description>Did you ever degrade me?Did you make others think it was okay to feel the same way? Because I can take others not finding me attractive I can take others having a problem with my mere existence But I hope to God it wasn&amp;rsquo;t you to welcome this in In a moment of weakness W..</description>
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			<title>Anxious Villains </title>
			<description>Villains spend their fortunes protecting their reputations Because how else will you lure in new preyIf they can already smell you from a mile away Rather than correcting the behavior that leads to rebukeThey gather in secret, engage in cahoots Schemes and plots to make you lopsi..</description>
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			<title>A&amp;rsquo;s &amp; Q</title>
			<description>You messed up when you threw me into a world full of rules and power structures I am out of my element in this strange land There are others who want this more I don&amp;rsquo;t always listen to Gods whispersSo I&amp;rsquo;m sure, I make the process harder I am not a kept woman I am ..</description>
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			<title>Tales from the Concentration Camp </title>
			<description>If not for the fear of youOr the fear of GodI&amp;rsquo;m sure they&amp;rsquo;d do worse to me They want me chopped upDismembered Behind bars Last to be remembered They want my head low Speech slurredToes curledVision blurred They want me to err on the side of cau..</description>
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			<title>Loose lips, but no sunken ships </title>
			<description>How much do you know about me?And why do you hide what you know? Why do I stay in the light While you seem to tiptoe through the shadows Why do others seem to know you best?You&amp;rsquo;ve left me in a state of stress And I am loose lipped For whenever I feel an itch I&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title>
			<description>They took a soft girl and placed her around violence Hoping it would dim her light a bit Growing upI admired men in uniform I saw strength as a beacon to be celebrated Adorned I took things at face value Like the rest of the world Ignoring all the cautionary tales I&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>To Be Frank</title>
			<description>I will disappoint you And if you expect anything less, I can&amp;rsquo;t fault you Because the world aims to erase imperfectionAnd sell dreams But I didn&amp;rsquo;t go to business school I grew up on sewing machines I can&amp;rsquo;t sell you anything But what is tried and true ..</description>
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			<title>Double Takes </title>
			<description>On most days, I&amp;rsquo;m quotidian Other than my striking statue Nothing to pull you in According to plan, you look past meLost in the sea of tadpoles swarming for your attention and affectionBut something made you double backDidn&amp;rsquo;t it?Something attention needn&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>21 Questions</title>
			<description>Who are you?Stranger that shows me amorous desireBut vanishes as soon as the crowd draws nearWhy do the strangers seem to know me better than you dear? What happened here? </description>
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			<title>Persephone Persecuted </title>
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			<title>Money!</title>
			<description>Being mean for moneyEyes are green for money Become a thief for money Sacrificing authenticity for money Sacrificing individuality for money Sacrificing love for money Sacrificing another human for moneyGoing broke for moneyBecome a trope for money What would you ..</description>
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			<title>Green </title>
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			<title>How Apricots Bruise </title>
			<description>Jolly was a small town girl. No one really knew her name, or much about her. And she preferred to keep it that way. She enjoyed a meaningful but quiet life, for the most part. As a solitary figure, it didn&amp;rsquo;t take much for Jolly to feel satisfied. One day at the local supermarket, she manag..</description>
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			<title>&amp;ldquo;I Need a Release.&amp;rdquo; </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Get off of me, get away, I&amp;rsquo;m not going. You can&amp;rsquo;t make me.&amp;rdquo; A woman is seen clawing her way through a uniformed crowd. Each member, working to subdue her. She claws, and pushes, but doesn't make it through. The crowd is too big. &amp;ldquo;Get away from me! Leave me alon..</description>
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			<title>How to Sit on the Edge of the World </title>
			<description>There is no setting this time. No background, and no backstory. Just two empty people, sitting at the edge of the world as their wails go unheard. This hasn&amp;rsquo;t been seen before. No one has actually been able to sit on the earth&amp;rsquo;s circumference. But Joel cried so many tears that the 7 ..</description>
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			<title>Gray Swan</title>
			<description>Prologue: The story of an interwoven and integrated woman. Exploring the world of a woman who has mastered both her shadows and strengths.</description>
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