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			<title>Remember</title>
			<description>rememberyour hands are thereto hold your childrenand your armsto lift them up.your feet are thereto take them placesand your legsto carry themdown a road you once faced alone.so beforeyou judge yourselfbased on a reflection that has never known or seenhow wonderful your body isremember.</description>
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			<title>Spring</title>
			<description>it's funnyreallyhow a single wordor a simple phrasecan decidewhether today&amp;nbsp;is going to be winteror spring</description>
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			<title>Waiting</title>
			<description>i wait in silenceas i watch the rope above my headand the pill bottle in my handand i wonder&quot;will even this&amp;nbsp;			be enough?&quot;i sitwatchingpatientlyfor an answerand then&amp;nbsp;it's gone</description>
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			<title>Grown Up</title>
			<description>i'm all grown up nowi've been grown up since i was fourand now that i'm twenty-fivei can say&amp;nbsp;i don't like being grown up anymore</description>
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			<title>Liar</title>
			<description>they say i spin a web of liesand on that web i build a thronethey say i&amp;rsquo;m the masterof this webi say nothat throne you seeis a cagethe web i spunis a prison i am no masterjust a fly trapped in a spider&amp;rsquo;s web</description>
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			<title>China Doll</title>
			<description>my grandmotherhad a glass china dollsitting upon her dresseri never understood why she kept itfor the paint was chipped and there were cracks running up and down her face like lightning streaksit was quiteuglynow that i am olderi think i understand at least a little morefor the paint that was chippe..</description>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;it is only rain&amp;rdquo;they said&amp;ldquo;a little bit of rain won&amp;rsquo;t hurt anyone&amp;rdquo;and yet every tear that fell from the skyburnedi held my breathas those stone cold hands wrapped around my heartsqueezingwhatever life i had leftit was gonemy hopes and dreams formed puddlesand the sidewa..</description>
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