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			<title>A Piano's Prayer</title>
			<description>Sometimes it seems the only choice...lyrics from &quot;Land of our Dreams&quot;.This was written for a school assignment, and it got good feedback so here you go. </description>
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			<title>skinny</title>
			<description>	Everywhere I go, their eyes follow. Hungry, rabid eyes, tracing my movements with intensity to rival a vulture. It is a pure, pre-evolutionary instinct, I suppose. A leftover habit from a more barbaric time, a time in which life took a back-seat to survival. I understand. I am small, I am simple pr..</description>
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