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			<title>Plutonium</title>
			<description>A powerful yet dangerous combination of love</description>
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			<title>Plankton &amp; Me</title>
			<description>A poem about never letting anyone dim your light</description>
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			<title>A Problem of the Highest Order</title>
			<description>The state of the world.An ache to the hearts.A world of starvation, calamity, corruption.Darker than the dark screens of the tele.Such are the news we call news.Nothing new, just the forgotten ways,And negativity for norm.For those who see beyond their sorrows.With hands holding bodily wounds a blee..</description>
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			<title>Giuliana was her name</title>
			<description>Giuliana! They would call, when darkness falls.In her throne of steel, she parades, with a band for rebellion on her head.Unlike any you&amp;rsquo;ve seen. This earth, her feet have never been.Like a black panther, she prowls the realm, she knows too well.In those lands, she&amp;rsquo;s guardian of the nigh..</description>
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			<title>You Could Be Free</title>
			<description>Purity of water,Milky turquoise of colour,Once glaciers.Now melt to serve,A purpose it never dreamed it would.Where such beauty rose from destruction,I lap at the immense hope,That suffering in this world would pass.The end, an evolution toA state of infinite tranquillity.Luminescent reflection of e..</description>
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			<title>A Handful of Burgers and Hearts</title>
			<description>Some hands hold burgers,Others hold hearts.Not much of a difference.They serve the same role.One feeds the stomach, theOther feeds the soul.The contents must be,held together.So squeeze, we must.Warm fluids flow, throughopen valleys of the fingers.Trickle slowly down a forearm.Choking. Blood. Oozing..</description>
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