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			<title>7 Years Bad Luck</title>
			<description>If seeing is believing,Then why are looks deceiving?She has a perfect porcelain face,But inside she's more opaque. Just a vessel carved of stone.A canvas loved for the art alone.But she's more than meets the eye.Painting a perfect portrait of yourself to sell,Vanity, can you ..</description>
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			<title>Existing In A Thought</title>
			<description>Swooshing spirits,Dancing fearless,Rising with the Sun. What an experience,In an instance,The anomaly of existence.Us earthly beings,Just a speck in space and time.I dare call it coincidence,From infant to infinite,Chaotic and kinetic,We are profoundly limitless. </description>
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			<title>3 a.m. </title>
			<description>I converse with the clock, like it's God,But it only jesticulates with its hands.It creeps to three, seemingly cynically,Taking with it anything it demands. Stealing moments and youth,Like they were never mine to keep,And to tell you the truth,I've lost count of my sheep.Whether you'..</description>
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