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			<description>I inaugurate a cold war.Fresh bloodAbated by my stalemate,Within my lungs a beautiful weaponMy optic nerve a tightropeAnnihilate&amp;nbsp;The unthinkable, war films&amp;nbsp;On repeat, a static-thick fantasyChipped dog-tags of my glory daysBlack flak and fireI once was a general, the underdogOf the century,..</description>
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			<title>Mansion of the Pacifist</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem to try and describe how it feels to have a dissociative disorder. </description>
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			<title>Constellations</title>
			<description>I've always loved the stories behind constellations, so I wrote a poem about them</description>
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