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			<title>Favorite Flavor</title>
			<description>In the wake of all things he has laid to waste,is that awful yet all too familiar taste.The taste of regret he has known since quite young,and here now again it sits on his tongue.&amp;nbsp;And with barely a trace of remorse in his heart,he keeps pushing away, he has made it his art.He knows exactly wha..</description>
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			<title>After Hours</title>
			<description>What a sight, this.He's clenching his fistallowing himself to reminisceon&amp;nbsp;opportunities missedand changes wished.By daylightHe's alrightbut at nightit's a sore sightwhen there's no lightto keep his thoughts brightand the hope, though slightthat it all mightturn out right.</description>
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