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			<title>The Dream Diaries: My Queen</title>
			<description>I stare out the window in complete silence. Raindrops mimic my tears as they roll swiftly down the window pane, and wash away without a sound.&amp;nbsp;The lack of sound has filled my world with silence; it is the snake wrapped around my body, suffocating me to the point where I am forced to wonder if d..</description>
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			<title>God's Lullaby</title>
			<description>In the loving memory of my Baby cousin Aarez.
RIP.
25/06/2008-18/09/2010</description>
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			<title>The Path to Immortality</title>
			<description>They do not age. Look at them! They are used over and over again, and yet their beauty never fails. Is this envy I feel? Or perhaps jealousy? They are twisted and manipulated and spun in ways that brings joy to one&amp;rsquo;s soul, or tears to another&amp;rsquo;s, or even fear to some. Who gives them the p..</description>
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			<title>Smoke of a Dancer</title>
			<description>I could feel the lust in my eyes as they absorbed the beauty that stood before me. Her figure danced as if one with the wind; yet showed no signs of being pushed away by it. She kissed the air every time it hugged her body. Her curves never stayed in one place; my eyes swayed along with them. She sh..</description>
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			<title>Hush Little Bomb</title>
			<description>For all those who have suffered at the hands of the human race</description>
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