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			<title>Nuclear Pink</title>
			<description>Tears in a coffee cup	powered with sugar lips&amp;nbsp;and wine&amp;nbsp;crystal shells rain on everysilverette at early dusk&amp;nbsp;dawn has long fallen past&amp;nbsp;embedded skininkymushroom clouds of pink&amp;nbsp;this concerts all deserted&amp;nbsp;how can the cheers be so loudthe guitars scream&amp;nbsp;drums thunder&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Jewel Moon</title>
			<description>Chewing red ice cubesglistening in the light of&amp;nbsp;the dark orange moonso sin filled with luscious demons&amp;nbsp;that make love to angels&amp;nbsp;in hatefilled passion&amp;nbsp;the blood moon is what its calledit tried to play stupid with me like the&amp;nbsp;man with a cigar&amp;nbsp;who refuses to see the burns ..</description>
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			<title>Blue Electric Tears</title>
			<description>Sound proof music seeps through the pours&amp;nbsp;of my skina sponge to notes marinated in beautifulinto my veins that&amp;nbsp;flow round this mess I've learnedto call my mindhands hover above soft heavy barriers&amp;nbsp;while they divide vibrations&amp;nbsp;slashing slowlyinto smaller lives ..</description>
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			<title>Ampitheater Misfortune </title>
			<description>Misgiving puzzles in the wallthe one in our childhood memoriesno one believes usnothing holds true validitybut numbers and charts for dull creaturesVague skeptics scrutinize awaygaining power from the factsand not the ambiguity in lifeseeing them advertise is a curious businessselling admission to h..</description>
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			<title>Porcelain Heels</title>
			<description>Crazy is the word&amp;nbsp;that rings around my fingersI play with it like a toythrowing it every now and thenletting it bounce then crawl on its ownup the chaotic pattern of sanitythat i was never born withyour lips spell the crack running from the floor to the&amp;nbsp;pacing freaks outs..</description>
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			<title>Concealed Nature of Madness</title>
			<description>He confesses love to an untamed spiritwitnesses the breaths she never tookFor concealed is merelyan understatement for the sensualitypure passionshe held inone learns after they experienceit can be contagiouswhen releasedonly so long can it lie misleadingly dormantwaiting to BURST in every line glow..</description>
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			<title>Falling in Denial</title>
			<description>Cliche romanceI've had my fill of boy meets girlheartbreak meetstear after tear stained pillowshow many will it take for me to learn?I had quit! and then you&amp;hellip;..those eyes are makin me&amp;hellip;. no!I swore I wouldn't smile againyour smile makes that spark in my eyes&amp;hellip;.wait! hold on a seco..</description>
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			<title>Divinely Intertwined </title>
			<description>Lying in the grass&amp;nbsp;lightning strikes while sun rains mistMagenta linensfearfully dancing in spinning delightUpon the grass she liesThe clouds passIn endless motionPrisoners to the windsAdrift in the endless skiesBrushing up against fleetingblades in heated moments&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Hidden Honesty</title>
			<description>It was over in a flash or so it seemed, where pain should have been, there was only a feeling of floating, where the screams should have been, only silence prevailed, it was then that he opened his eyes...only to find that his knowledge was her powerreeled in overcomeby this gypsy in his eyesenchant..</description>
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