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			<title>6th sense</title>
			<description>We are all one. </description>
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			<title>Loose ends</title>
			<description>He was like a wave she wanted to climbShe was the light in the room, red andmotionless&amp;nbsp;Add some smoke to the scenery becausein hand was cigarette and rose&amp;nbsp;He wanted her levitating waist under hispalmsand her breath on his soulShe had red hair, to match the way she made him feel&amp;nbsp;He..</description>
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			<title>How we broke </title>
			<description>The look in your eyes shows me the stars have died tonight alongside all of the shells of all the half eaten snails laying on the beaches of excursion and lucidity, it isn't even realWhen you held my hand and we walked, it wasn't you I was holding onto I held on to the thin thread of balance..</description>
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