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			<title>Life, a journey</title>
			<description>Life, a journeyWhere the ending is unforeseen, unplanned, unexpected&amp;nbsp;Who knows how many grains of sand are left in the upper half of the hourglass?Who knows how many seconds are yet to tick by before it all ends?Life, a journey&amp;nbsp;Filled with right and wrong, order and disorder, helping and h..</description>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>If this poem needs a description , then I failed </description>
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			<title>Silent Invasion</title>
			<description>Ominous</description>
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			<title>	Notes in Rebellion </title>
			<description>Notes in Rebellion&amp;nbsp;I walked in between the notes of songsAching tunes sung with shaky breathsIn remembrance of good times and badSome notes quiver under suppression, the dirges of rebellion achingThe haunting melodies come to me in my dreams, leave me shivering in the throes of a fever the nigh..</description>
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