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			<description>In the deepest depths of my mindwhere the pavement meets the black skyand the stars kiss the sidewalkwe would meetand I would knowyou could be trusted.Our thoughts would flow steadyand dance and weavecreating a colorful fabric of friendshipof trustof loveBut in the harsh realitywe will meetand I wil..</description>
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			<title>A Lack of Confidence</title>
			<description>Thoughts flow swiftly, filling the mindwanting to leaveto run, jump, bound in the world.Yet as they departtheir energy lessens,slowly slowly they retrace stepsHesitate.Tickling the back of the throatconcealing themselves in the crevices between great white polar wallsstumbling over the red terrainUn..</description>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>The damagehas been realized to late.The lack of angerreveals the lack of love.</description>
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			<title>Science</title>
			<description>The equation for gravityfails to take into accountworries and doubtsvalleys of self-esteemfaint dreams, hopesand your bright eyes,pulling me towards the clouds.</description>
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			<title>The Ravages of TIme</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Back in the day,&amp;rdquo;This barn was filled with black and white and swishing tails,Four brothers would milk by hand,Twice a day,With stools and silver pails,They would work their way up,Country music in the background,Each breath a small cloud of condensation,Into the winter ..</description>
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