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			<title>A Moment Alone</title>
			<description>just a poem about the world and what it's coming to.</description>
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			<title>The Times</title>
			<description>Times are changing,People ranging,Big to small,We hate them all.Remember when,We were but ten,No one cared,No one stared.We enjoyed the air,We didn't care,We could still breath,Those times I grieve.Times are changing,People exchanging,Hateful glances,No more chances.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>apocalypse </title>
			<description>Could you ever imagine a time and place where everything is perfect? Leila could. She often found herself laying on the green grass watching the cotton candy like clouds, while the blades tickled her back and made her itchy. She would giggle about it. A carefree giggle where nothing could frighten o..</description>
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			<title>forever and a day</title>
			<description>short story . </description>
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			<title>She's young</title>
			<description>Shes young. She sits in her room &quot;I hate you, I HATE YOU!&quot;&amp;nbsp;She can't wait to get out of here. She can't wait to be free.&amp;nbsp;She's out all night to be rid of this place. She does these things to forget. Tomorrow it's back to that place.&amp;nbsp;She meets him. Boy meets girl. He keeps her safe.&amp;nb..</description>
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