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			<title>Crafted</title>
			<description>Crafted&amp;nbsp;love like a sculptor shapes us allwith skilled and practised handssmooths a sharpness here, an angle there,melts edges with tearscuts away with a ruthless knifethe clay no longer neededand in time we becomewhat we never thought we could bestep out..</description>
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			<title>On The Other Side</title>
			<description>On The Other Side&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;stagnant darkness snakes the skyshadows a silence lullabied by those still allowed to sing&amp;nbsp;the echoing sirens who tied our handsprescribe a quiet timeslow down they sayweave space to dreambut there is nothing left to dream..</description>
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			<title>Unseen</title>
			<description>Unseen&amp;nbsp;you cried when we left the house where you were bornnot for friends left behindnot for lost secret places in the gardennot for the bedroom where soft pencil linesmarked your growing&amp;nbsp;you cried for the purple tiger who lived on the roofafraid he&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>And We Begin</title>
			<description>And We Begin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a place beyond the need to need youis the breathless space between your armswhere words are crushed by swollen lipsand tongues twist truth to tell a tighter tale&amp;nbsp;in this new world there is no lightonly the honest darkness of the moment..</description>
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			<title>Meeting At Euston</title>
			<description>Meeting At Euston&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a girl with city faded eyesexcuses her request for a poundsays she&amp;rsquo;s never been on the streets beforetells me in a worn tobacco coated voice she needs the money for a bus&amp;nbsp;as if I need a reason to be kind&amp;nbsp;the coi..</description>
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			<title>Conversation</title>
			<description>Conversation&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;don&amp;rsquo;t rock the boatbut it&amp;rsquo;s already sinkingdon&amp;rsquo;t make a noisebut the silence is poisonedsit on the fencebut it&amp;rsquo;s splintered and breakinglook the other waybut children are starvingand words taken hostagecr..</description>
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