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			<title>Weatherman</title>
			<description>Sea blue eyes wide open,A smile brighter than day,His energy radiates from the sun,He's a Summer's day.A slight chill when he walks by,His eyes drop like leaves to the floor,His energy has gone shy,He`s a boy of Fall.He becomes his own storm,Shutting everyone out in the cold,You try to keep him warm..</description>
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			<title>Victim</title>
			<description>illnesses can be treated,pain can be eased,depression can be defeated,there`s treatment for disease. but what do these remedies really do?how do you really feel?they polish the surface of you,without touching what's real.by real I mean emotions, and those thoughts inside your head,that say I'm not s..</description>
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