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			<title>Vortex</title>
			<description>I am aloneMy world in my headNon can hearAnd non will listenA billion voices and no earsA&amp;nbsp;billion&amp;nbsp;broken heartsAnd no healingAlone in our silenceAlone in our headsNo hope for&amp;nbsp;each otherNo silver linings leftReaching to the pastClicking ruby slippersThere's no place like homeGreener gr..</description>
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			<title>Noise</title>
			<description>Oh the noisethe blasted&amp;nbsp;noise.At a time when I needJust a little solitudeNoise.MusicmoviesTalkCarsDogsDisturbance.The noise the noise.it follows me to sleep.It saturates my days.It penetrates unceasinglyand I stand dizziedand I stand frozen.And my my screams&amp;nbsp;QUIETBut the noise traps me&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Hail Facebook</title>
			<description>All hail to Facebook.Obsessive compulsive FacebookGod forbid we ever lose Facebook.We can lose human contact,We can lose the art of conversation.We can sacrifice communication with the ones we love,But please don&amp;rsquo;t take away our Facebook.Oh Betty White how right you..</description>
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			<title>God's Tears</title>
			<description>In meditation I see her holding her heart in her hand.&amp;nbsp;Mourning something that almost was, her tears wash the bruises away.&amp;nbsp;She asks why and when. And ponders her own solitude.Walking alone in the rain as it washes the dim mist away from the landscapeAnd a lush green fills the airAs if God..</description>
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