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			<title>A Story</title>
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			<title>Murderer </title>
			<description>You always kept me in the dark andgave me no clueCoz, you are a specialist. Youmade me fall prey to youYou are a psychopath, cold bloodedmurderer tooCoz, you murdered me not once ortwice; a thousand times throwing me in the blue</description>
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			<title>Octave</title>
			<description>this is poem about my group named &quot;Octave&quot;</description>
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			<title>Conscience </title>
			<description>It seems to be an ingrained savoir faire that reminds me of a blurry past, images nagging at my conscious. I feel like I have walked through this road many times, but I can't recall what exactly this place has to do with me. The place is so crowded, yet I can't get out of the quiet that is weaved in..</description>
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