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			<title>Inner meditation</title>
			<description>Within my walls the emptiness consumes me, gnawing at the remnants left over time.The hallow confines like weights upon my head pulls me to the ground, while ghostly echoes of the joy once was reverberates off its walls.Seeping its poison in my subconscious, it plays up on my thoughts as a master pu..</description>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>Feather light kisses on my shoulder, arm around my waist, whispering your adoration,sharing each other's space.Your scent evades my senses,oh euphoric high, my heart climbs to unknown places&amp;nbsp; far within me lies.Don't touch me, I may surrenderopen my dark abyss.Releasing all the anguish and ever..</description>
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			<title>Untitled...</title>
			<description>Access granted, please enter in the hallow walls of my beating inn.Entombed it stood, devoid of life, perfectly schooled in sorrow and strife.Walk along, do you feel the scars?Many battles fought, many wars.Shattered glass, daggers thrown, use your tongue wisely....to each his&amp;nbsp;own.The silence i..</description>
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			<title>Four letter word</title>
			<description>I smile at the complexity of a word so simple bearing four letters and only one syllable.I smile as I think of it, with ease it comes to mind, so many conjured thoughts; different eras, different times.How easily we speak of it, how easily it is expressed, but do we understand it's significance, do ..</description>
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