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			<title> Facing the Facts</title>
			<description>These eyes Driven down ward Heavy with burden and visions of hopelessness These ears Filled with condescending voices muffled heartbeats, and the echoing screams of &quot;a hollow [ ] child&quot; This nose Filled with the scent of despair mingled with stale ..</description>
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			<title>Abaddon&amp;rsquo;s Extinction </title>
			<description> &amp;ldquo;In the hearts of madmen, pain and corruption has no meaning 
The sounds of tortured souls is just irrelevant background screaming, 
 &amp;ldquo;Across psychotic landscapes of silent oblivion 
Causing mass sui</description>
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			<title>Should not have gone back to the moon</title>
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If you ask most people of a certain age, &quot;Who was the first British person to go into space?</description>
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			<title>Tempest</title>
			<description>Collisions redeem usOr throw us into the mouthOf the tempestThrough the radio staticTrans-dimensional speechA single voiceMay collideWith this realityElectric scripturesPulsate in encryptionMillions of yearsBound up in a riddleCondu..</description>
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			<title>Severed love</title>
			<description>As I stare out at the visible silenceI see you in the tall gleaming grass.You were mine before, lost in my past.With humoring rumors of pleasant deathYou stepped to me and stole my breath.And took my life at such an ageScarcely time to sow my rageMy life was played out on your stage...</description>
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			<title>&quot;Deadly Desire&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Deadly Desire&quot;Jack stood there, his hand slightly shaking from the cold water that came pouring from the hose on the side of the house. Shutting the water off he walked back to his car, double-checking the trunk was closed before getting in. Looking down at the floor mat that read &amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<title>Scorned </title>
			<description>And for those he hates,For those she scorns,He takes to the thorns!Drawing on their lives!As a Warlock I say,As a Witch I might be,That he is a shadow, through-and-through.Coveted by morning,Respected by night.</description>
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