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			<title>Struggle of The Morning Sun</title>
			<description>A battle of &amp;nbsp;bloody purples and oranges crash and stretch across the expanse of the sky.Floating shadows denying the sun its footing on the earth.The land around coated in blacks and blues. A bruised victim of the battle.Bursts of light reaching almost desperately to the earth,&amp;nbsp;a short liv..</description>
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			<title>Wasting Time.</title>
			<description>I know tomorrow they'll be gone,&amp;nbsp;faded posters, faded thoughts.Discouraged from the stuck.The decent look, body of the righteous truth.Specially designed for a potent sting.Who needs peace when our beds burn?</description>
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			<title>For its Reason</title>
			<description>Torrents of unclaimed watery routes seep through the dirt.Little bird perched high, taut black wire rumbling.Plastic buds emitting sounds of rolling growls.It's not meant to be pretty,it's not meant to have feeling.Dark faced creature,tear out your existence.Breathe in your demise.Release your inter..</description>
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			<title>Stored in Infinity</title>
			<description>Tepid lips fleeting soundlessly over perfect skin.Deepest bliss buried under the muddiest of misconceptions.Dilated black, shimmering off hope.&amp;nbsp;Devastating streak of liquid salt spilling slowly over the softest pink tinged silk.Sweetest torture, passing back and forth. A violent friend, a cheri..</description>
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