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			<title>Poster</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;	I stop eatingMy friend talks on but his words havebecome sounds I can't followInstead I can't stop looking into theirfaces on the posterPlastered on the dusty coke machineLost? run away? stolen?I am flooded with teddy bears andbirthdays, pink dresses and smilesRooms ..</description>
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			<title>Firedance</title>
			<description>Dance with FireDance with LifeCome boom the drums off the dark shale cliffs and feel the echo in your deepest heartbeat.</description>
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