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			<title>Ok.</title>
			<description>He calls himself a poet and his favorite word is &amp;ldquo;ok&amp;rdquo;.Here are my aches, my longings.Ok.Here is my softness, my most secret desire.Ok.Here is my heart, still beating, dripping red onto the ashen floor.Ok.Here is my soul, bared to no one before you, trembling, ..</description>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;was leaning on you,And you stepped away.I fell and I tumbledThrough all air and space.I lay on the ground,Bleeding and broken,You look down on me,Just staring and watching.As I lay trying to breathe, I feel hollow inside,Because I left my heart with you.You broke me and left me gasping for ai..</description>
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			<title>Pretending</title>
			<description>You plunge a knife into my heart,And I act like it&amp;rsquo;s not there.I can see the blood covered hilt,I can feel its deep throbbing pain.But I pretend that I don&amp;rsquo;t see it,I pretend I don&amp;rsquo;t feel itYou drag me alongThe jagged rocks on the ground leading&amp;nbsp;nowhere.But still I look up at ..</description>
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			<title>Invisible</title>
			<description>Why can no one find me?While I&amp;rsquo;m trying so hard to be found.Screaming and shouting at the top of&amp;nbsp;my lungs.I see them, but I must be invisible.Wandering 'round for days,Crying and sobbing for someoneTo really see me, to find me,To save me from this wretched world.Dark and lonely stretches ..</description>
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