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			<title>Heart of the Sea</title>
			<description>Heart of the SeaDeep within cold blue and greenGlow eyes of red, and hair of greenSoftly flowing from coast to coastA haunting song calls your soulThe sirens awaken and swim in the nightTo lure their prey and blur their sightWhen myth and magic combine and formOnce there was love, now there is scorn</description>
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			<title>Howl</title>
			<description>HowlSinging of sorrows to the nightThe wind may howl and join the fightTeeth and bone, fur and fear,Pack is all, and all are nearThe wilds and wonders seen through the eyes,Of piercing amber, and failing lightShadows grow and bring the dark,Where heard are whimpers from frightened soulsOnce kings of..</description>
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			<title>Bitter Blue</title>
			<description>I see the beauty within all lies,When death is near, and life survives.Every loss and trial a test,For who will fall or rise above the rest.Because we are broken, and bitter too,And let our hearts turn us blueBy the thoughts and turns that take our joy,And let pettiness come out to play.For this wor..</description>
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			<title>Smile</title>
			<description>What is in a smile? Is it pure, unadulterated joy? Or is it the obligation you feel to make your friends, family, and even strangers know that you are fine, although you are not? When did childish expressions of glee slowly morph into a grimace of committed happiness? Why is it necessary to always b..</description>
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			<title>The Treacherous Deep</title>
			<description>Birth in the Form of Terza Rima</description>
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			<title>A Cold Embrace</title>
			<description>The bitter Cold doesbite,her smile made ofice.The blinding whiteof her eyes,leaves you stumblingin the night.&amp;nbsp;Her fingers stab theair,Your heart stops inan icy glare.A traveler caught ina delicate grasp,Releasing last wordsas a final rasp.&amp;nbs..</description>
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