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			<title>miracle</title>
			<description>ancient magic of the heartdoes anyone understand your tongue?will i ever find that lost onebe whole and add to medon't give before the miracle happensshame if you fall on your bladeshame if you never pick it updesire sparks interest in the unknownfear not for it is just the unknownwas you frightened..</description>
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			<title>undying</title>
			<description>Crushing black why do you bother mebeat in and out of the spaces between timeeven the dead may meet their end dragon that I am I cant help but contemplate your grandiosity seize every moment for what it's worthI suppose my failings only bring you mirthin the distance angles dancewarmth gathers and t..</description>
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			<title>forgotten</title>
			<description>bite of steel, clawing, screech for victoryred vision, aching muscles push and pull with lungs heavingwhos to say good from bad, righteous, or deceitghosts dance as the&amp;nbsp;perfume of iron spreadsthey chant for&amp;nbsp;none, therefore, they are forgotten&amp;nbsp;as the day is long, so rages this fire bet..</description>
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			<title>isle </title>
			<description>all the good ones have been done inconstant&amp;nbsp;search for something new&amp;nbsp;add in a twist before the endnow you have fame and glorystill you have little to fill the void insideendless search through the deserts of timemoney, power, and vanityyet the heart just wont abidemorality demands subjecti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ver/2136097/</link>
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			<title>Addiction</title>
			<description>Shrink and become nothingpull my skin inside to never touchharsh wind spun me in circleswhich way is forward, how do I knowthe wind sings to me of comfort and gnashing teeththe smell of putrid things is so invitingit's my Virgil through purgatoryas we climb new plateausI glance downward to see abyss..</description>
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