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			<title>The Craving</title>
			<description>A craving so powerful,It binds the senses.It draws you out like cologne,Feeds off your body with fervour.It pours on your misery,Making you sweat and making you swear,Spilling onto the floor and making you care.Once you get stung,Twice you get stung,It doesn't matter.&amp;nbsp;Out you go,Looking for clu..</description>
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			<title>The Bookstore</title>
			<description>Nimbus clouds filled the sky as I walked past the bookstore of my dreams. It was not just the books that I loved, but also Alicia, whose father owned the bookstore. It was rightly called The Reverie Bookstore. My usual coffee joint was placed right next to it and I missed no opportunity to shuffle p..</description>
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			<title>Frozen, I Sit</title>
			<description>Sitting by the window, there&amp;rsquo;s a race ensuing.A race ensuing, betweenmy tears and the multipleraindrops on the window glass.I can only look at one,or there is no fun. Which one should I wipe first?There is no hunger or thirst. The water hits the ground,from both. There is..</description>
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			<title>Wake up</title>
			<description>Do you want me to show you my world?Nobody knows about it, but I maybe be ready to let it open.Reluctance was wide and open beforeabout this, but now &amp;lsquo;tis time to get back up.Time to get back up,time to get back up.I can hear constant knocking,I can hear the noisy breathing.maybe because I..</description>
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			<title>The Page</title>
			<description>Page one, I turn.There&amp;rsquo;s a smudge on it.The page&amp;rsquo;s very familiar,And makes me feel like I&amp;rsquo;ve already been through it.But I like the smell, the words on the first page dancing,making me dizzy and causing visions.Oh, I must think the page is smeared with drugs.Or must I think the..</description>
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			<title>The Chase</title>
			<description>The sound of his sneakers gripping the slosh resonated as he darted through the alleyways, with a huge shadow hot on his heels. He seemed to know the area very well, as he slyly bolted through unknown roads, which were oblivious to the scary, relentless shadow behind him. He knew very well that he w..</description>
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			<title>Love, In My Kingdom Cold</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m walking on the sidewalk,and I see a beautiful girl, very.But haven&amp;rsquo;t I seen her somewhere?No, that was just a lie, I know the girl very well,I&amp;rsquo;m in love with her in fact.I&amp;rsquo;ve spent a lot of time withher, and she is very graceful.But,will you rememb..</description>
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			<title>Light and Lustre</title>
			<description>The moon and its lustre, taking metowards its engravings and its craterswhich seem to dance to the sun&amp;rsquo;s lightand cast a mitigatory shadow on itself.Why has the moon turned its back?Will the moon not dance to the musicof the earth and the earthlings that exchange blows amidst bleating laughter..</description>
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