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			<title>Lost Soul</title>
			<description>Lost in an islandfilled with ghostly faces.Lost souls yearning for shadow fruitsIn the tree of old hands.Vulnerable soles racingfor the running thronesleft by the gleam of the moonlightIn a dinning tablewhere souls are cut by the shadow of the Sabre.</description>
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			<title>The New Clouds</title>
			<description>Sweet Fragrance walking in the clouds hearts racing for the golden bricks;Rivers gushing with milkand quenching H2o,greetings from beaming servantscured fainted heartsfrom the slumber of the ancient dawn.Portrait of new facesfroze flesh with the midnight candle.An embrace in lofty ..</description>
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			<title>Woman of the Peninsula</title>
			<description>We can't see your stern ribswith our myopic eyes,we can't lay our heads to sleepon your soaked pillows;Your tears have flooded damsfor your children to drink.Time has spoken to your broken faceyour feet have swollenwith trypanosomiasis unable to reach the Eiffle Tower.O woman..</description>
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			<title>A Cup of Milk</title>
			<description>A Cup of milk hangsin a colonial market,gushing with pridein the faces of hungry vultures.Man no longersees his own paragraph,for yesterday's mystery swimsin the shadow of his own soul.</description>
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			<title>Blood in the Fire</title>
			<description>Standing behind a skyA cup dangles on one footin continental breathWhen black harmattandried the honeycomb,In a River running with dry tearsleft by the lashing of time.Children of the Nile digging pots left by ancestral greed,in an age when paper wall bite                   the l..</description>
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