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			<title>Never</title>
			<description>Sometimes I wonder what could have been.</description>
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			<title>[There are no words]</title>
			<description>A heart of gold,A gaze of silver,A smile of ivory,A girl more valuable than all of them put together.She seeks adventureShe follows the starsShe dances to the music of the rainShe is brokenIn the perfect way.She wears her chainsLike her favorite jewelry.She talks like she's in loveAnd she is, with t..</description>
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			<title>The Rain</title>
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			<title>She</title>
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			<title>House</title>
			<description>A poetic interpretation of dysphoria. Or whatever other meaning you find in the poem... idk, I'm not in charge of art.</description>
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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>I am home&amp;hellip; sometimesSome people say that home isn&amp;rsquo;t a place, it&amp;rsquo;s a feelingBut where is home if the way I feel is constantly changingNo place or feeling ever feels right for longA moment of bliss and then it&amp;rsquo;s goneThen back to searchingAnd wonderingAnd wanderingAnd waitingFo..</description>
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