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			<title>Golden Flowers</title>
			<description>Coping with loss</description>
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			<title>Waking Sun</title>
			<description>Crumbling darkness lay wake to dawnAs the sun slowly woke from slumberRising from the clouds on which she sleptThe reigning silence began to breakEarth's children chorusing good morningA loud song to celebrate todayIt eased the ache that plagued my thoughtsCeasing all the woes of yesterdayMy bowed h..</description>
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			<title>Turn Around</title>
			<description>Your touch used to whisper over my skinPromising a gentle love that caressed my lips with a sweet songBut that grip tightened and you became an artistAs you painted my white canvas with splotches of purpleYour shouting is a cacophony of broken trust and plummeting self-worthWith each curse I spiral ..</description>
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			<title>Where Did It All Go Wrong?</title>
			<description>Everything seems to slip awayAs we sit here with nothing good to sayMy mouth is full of sharp glass and empty pledgesYour words are pointed and jagged around the edgesAll our memories are swirling around us like smokeSlipping through the cracks of a relationship that finally brokeWe're two rhythmles..</description>
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			<title>Drunk Poetry</title>
			<description>A small poem I wrote at 3:14 in the morning after 12 shots.</description>
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