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			<title>The Dancing Stones of the River</title>
			<description>The Dancing Stones of the RiverI don&amp;rsquo;t know anything abut structure.I&amp;rsquo;m just chaos running through the universe making a mess of the place,I&amp;rsquo;m just the dancing stones of the river forging a path through life,I speak in riddles and rhyme,A whirlwind of explosion set forth on Earth.I..</description>
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			<title>Consider This</title>
			<description>Consider ThisLove carefully the person that has never known love,For their heart is fragile and can shatter in your hands.Men make a mockery of women who have never know the kiss on the forehead of a father,The running joke in every bar and saloon.Consider that.Consider this,Consider what it take ta..</description>
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			<title>There is No Home in Chaos</title>
			<description>There is no home in chaos,In drifters wandering,My emotions dry like the Sahara,Because I have no more tears,For home is not a place,But an emotional state,A place to feel safe,And I have not felt safe in the longest of years,And I whisper to myself &amp;ldquo;I want to go home&amp;rdquo;But there is no hom..</description>
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			<title>Intellectual and Cultural Wasteland</title>
			<description>The intellectual and cultural wasteland that is American, where dreams go to die,And ideologies reign supreme,And complacency gains steam.Where anti-intellectualism runs rampant,And we as a nation lament,Through sorrowful wails,We cry to no avail,Poverty prevails,Through corporations and bought and ..</description>
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			<title>To the Tortured Artist</title>
			<description>Nothing is rarer in all the universe than human life,And nothing is rarer in all the universe than you!Don&amp;rsquo;t ever think that your life is meaningless,Though we are but a blip in the universe,Small though we may seem,Life is like the rarest of diamonds,And art is never worth your suffering for ..</description>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>My body is just future ash scattered across the universe,Bones bleached white by the dry hot sun.The future of all that is to come, and all that will be.For told by the fate of many before me,Like moths to dust,We are but a short breath of the universe,On a long cold night,Like warm condensation on ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jesstan85/2086468/</link>
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			<title>Rage</title>
			<description>RageA temper that exploded and burst forth from hell,There's no fury worse than the gentle scorned,The burning rage that bursts forth to see the light of day,The rage that sings and screams it's injustice,The rage that pays its due,Bottled up and released,And they say that rage is not the way,But th..</description>
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			<title>It Was all a Trick of the Light</title>
			<description>It was all a trick of the light,American exceptalism running extreme,It was all a trick of the light,Sun soaked land of my dreams,You're the land they all dream to be,Through honey soaked streets you are free,But it was all a trick of the light you see,Marketers run mad with glee,Perhaps we were nev..</description>
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