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			<title>Wicked</title>
			<description>I arrive, weary, weak, wonderousDaily work of a woman, it seemsIt's not over, never over...She sits in her spot, beneath the shine of the evening sun.A deep inhale, soft expulsion of my sanity.I smile into her glare, a calm resoluteTo the coming war. Her eyes like daggers enflami..</description>
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			<title>To Hell and Back</title>
			<description>Desheveled and silent.The morning light shining through.Curls and twists, in rats nest loops.Softly sighing and rising in rhythm. In rhyme, your heartbeats with mine.Oh my Heart!Oh, my Soul!My life saver and light bringer...Before...Heavy darkened tempests, Raged around me fo..</description>
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			<title>Avalanche</title>
			<description>AchingCreakingCrackingBleedingA mountain of white, tremblingUpon this I lay sleepingI lay dreaming until it breaks.The force, the power, the might incredibly endearingly dangerously wantedPop one, I'm good.Pop two, I'm greatThe third caused a pauseTo which darkness become..</description>
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			<title>Mother Dear.</title>
			<description>A tribute, enjoy.</description>
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			<title>Kaitlyn</title>
			<description>I read of a young girl in Georgia who took her life. My heart is broken </description>
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			<title>Heart Rate</title>
			<description>A woman finds herself dangling blind.</description>
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			<title>SOuLSON</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my dearest friend</description>
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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>First one in a while. Anything constructive is appreciated </description>
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