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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>And I see him in someone's sideways smirk,	someone's endless brown eyes,	someone's smile when they laugh.I see him in the room where we watched movies all night,	I see him where we fought to the death at foosball,	I see him when I drive past the place		where it happened.I see him every time someone ..</description>
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			<description>My body is no longer tied to this rugged earth	by limbs too weighed down by darkness.I'm floating,	unfeeling,		nothing but air.The usual chaos has stopped its stormand there is nothing but the beat that pulses through the air	until it numbs my thoughts.Everything in my world has finally	stopped.Ther..</description>
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