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			<title>The Hum</title>
			<description>After it has settled,&amp;nbsp;after the craving was satisfied,&amp;nbsp;it sits there and illuminates&amp;nbsp;with a little humit hums to remind you&amp;nbsp;that it is still thereit&amp;rsquo;s filling presence&amp;nbsp;you want so badly to be absent of&amp;nbsp;You can feel its footprints&amp;nbsp;down yo..</description>
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			<title>Truth and Reality</title>
			<description>There is an existence in the middle of things. Whatever it is, there is no time or location, it is simply there. It lives in the smallest spaces of the world, physical and metaphysical, that are too small and seemingly insignificant for humans to give name to. It is small, but it is just as present ..</description>
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			<title>Burning</title>
			<description>I want to be free from the toils of man. I want to turn a blind eye. I want to ignore that static disgrace that grazes over golden fieldsand walls of steel.If there is one that does not feel it they soon will. The end of &amp;nbsp;the world is surely nearBut alas, there&amp;rsquo;s still a slip;a sliver of ..</description>
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			<title>What is it?</title>
			<description>I woke up with an ache&amp;nbsp;-an ache of the mind,an ache of the heart.I woke up longing for a time&amp;nbsp;that I have never lived,&amp;nbsp;that I will never live.Something is missing.&amp;nbsp;The room is brightbut the light only coversthe scratches on the wall;&amp;nbsp;It can not repair them.&amp;nbsp;Something is..</description>
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			<title>Fuzzy Pants</title>
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			<title>The Cycle</title>
			<description>And you sit and you hideinside your big baggy clothescause you&amp;rsquo;re too ashamed to show that you might have stomach rolls. And in the summer you sufferinside your big black sleeves hiding red and purple lines you hope nobody sees. Because my god little dimples and simple hues of your skin, no ma..</description>
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