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			<title>Pretend</title>
			<description>The tears swallowed my sight&amp;nbsp;Burning my skin&amp;nbsp;As the poison rolled downLeaving the marksOf its path down my cheeks.When my hand wiped the tearsLeaving no trail behind.As the memories hidLike the shadow in the dark.Leaving room for the one thing they cared to see:The sun drawn as a smile in ..</description>
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			<title>The Noise Machine</title>
			<description>The sun's bright colors&amp;nbsp;tried to warm up the placeBut the strength of the heat&amp;nbsp;couldn't fight with that cold touchWhen the light's fingers gave us sightCuriosity controlled our path.There where a million steps,almost hidden by the stark branches&amp;nbsp;and lifeless leaves,that led from home ..</description>
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			<title>The Moon's Murderer</title>
			<description>It was a dark night Illuminated by thepale moon.When two menCrossed paths.The pale man,In clean clothesOn his way to a date.The darker man,On his way homeFrom a hard day atwork.At 9 o clock,A screamThat both men he..</description>
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			<title>The flower</title>
			<description>The flower grew her last petals as the first sunrise of the new year painted the skies with a warm yellow. The flower had gone through tough winds and weathers, and yet she had managed to stand tall. The petals that, along the months, had fallen, rested in the dirt beside her shadow. She felt the ..</description>
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