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			<title>I Wish</title>
			<description>I wish I had something to saybut when I put the pen to paperall the words go awayI wish i could make you believebut all my faith has gone the wayof the last autumn leavesI wish I could inspire changebut I like it how it isand I'm set in my waysI wish I could tie the knotbut I think I'm much happierl..</description>
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			<title>and no one heard</title>
			<description>Across the Milky Way,&amp;nbsp;in deep space&amp;nbsp;two alien races&amp;nbsp;seperated by the almost infinite voidcried out into the heavenssearching for signs of lifebut the distance was too greatand the signals bled awaywith each passing lightyearfading into white noise&amp;nbsp;long before reaching each othera..</description>
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			<title>About Me</title>
			<description>I only date women&amp;nbsp;much younger or older than me.Cause the old ones are desperateand the young ones naive.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>FIA</title>
			<description>As I try desperately to fill the empty spacesthe mind wanders to darker placesand like a blind man that wishes on a falling staroblivious to the approaching tarI can only sit and wait and wonder whyslowly fueling my own demiseand in those moments when the phone is deadyet i answer the callI must sim..</description>
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			<title>The Devil's Bridge</title>
			<description>Meeting Satan at a crossroad is so played out.</description>
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			<title>12 Minutes I Won't Miss</title>
			<description>The lyrics to a song I wrote</description>
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			<title>The Insomniac Astronaut</title>
			<description>	I waste away under the glow of a thousand suns. The river of time has become ash. On it's current I cannot stay.	I begin to drift off into a weird and wonderful dream of traveling on a spaceship that's thrust weaves&amp;nbsp;magnificent shades and patterns of purple, green, and crimson across the cosmo..</description>
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