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			<title>Missing</title>
			<description>she was dancing on the moon with her head high in the clouds. she ran through zero gravity as though boundaries never existed searching for the one person to slow her down. she found what once she dreamt was a mere illusion. she found what put together the broken pieces she once left in the depths.s..</description>
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			<title>Flutterby Angel</title>
			<description>flutterby angel flies through &amp;nbsp;the wall&amp;nbsp;paper thinshe sweetly swaysa gentle face of youthfrees my soulshe sees my eyesglisteningreflectingflutterby angle has the most beautiful smilethis gives me hopei once dreamt of&amp;nbsp;being an angelas a childyouth fades quicklylike a wooden horse left ..</description>
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			<title>Awaken The Falling</title>
			<description>she braced herselfcaressing the handlethe smoothe edgesbeneath each finger&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; almost coldlike the eyes staring &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; at herno remorse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; no fearevery mark tells the tale&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; of a wicked beastfingers st..</description>
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