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			<title>Hey you</title>
			<description>Never one for words.To tell a lie, so quick to reply.You can hide behind your selfish maskso easily until the day that lightning strikes.Hear the crash?No remorse and guiltless trips.I hope to find you buried in it.Your twice told tale between your legs.Your distended head with a pin to it next.Neve..</description>
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			<title>Wake up</title>
			<description>I wash my hands with my tearsand it's back to the sleepless nights and fearsof what the morning might bring.Will it be eggs?Will it be sand?Will it be rubber coats that dance?Will my eyes be focused?Should I get out of bed?Which dreams can I make a reality?</description>
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			<title>Riddle</title>
			<description>Much like wind chimes in the breezenature takes overand I hear the intricate patternsof what my body has madeWith each visit I hear something newLost in the musical wondermentof this simple actI can create in peacebut am sometimes forced into imaginingI am part of a symphony</description>
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			<title>Fantasize</title>
			<description>Watching you fall asleep puts me in a tranceI can't wake myselfI won'tIf I could steal a wish from your dreamsI wouldn't have it any other wayMake my temperature riselike the sunlike the oceanon a lunar holidayPerfect poses fill my headlike a slowly dripping sinkI hold onto mineso I can exhalewith y..</description>
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