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			<title>Hal2157</title>
			<description>Star Trek Strange New Worlds, Pelias creation</description>
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			<title>Gateway to the Past, Part 1 CH. 1</title>
			<description>The skeletal husks of skyscrapers clawed at a perpetually bruised sky, their shattered windows like vacant eyes staring into an abyss of dust and silence. Eight years. Eight years since the Great Silence had descended, not with a bang, but with a chilling, ubiquitous hush that had gradually swallowe..</description>
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			<title>Chef</title>
			<description>In this ST Enterprise story takes place at the Captains dining room, Trip sits to the right of Captain Archer, and at the request of Chef Phlox sits across Archer, the seat across Trip remains empty</description>
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			<title>When will it end</title>
			<description>much part of eight years my life was being homeless in a despite  a job, inflation was and still is bad for everybody....I can see the light at the end of my tunnel now 
This is my first try at poetry</description>
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