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			<title>Heir of the Night</title>
			<description>Instead, they had a secret love affair...</description>
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			<title>Life's Heartbeat</title>
			<description>Resting in the heart, Life beats to the pulse of time.Wrapped in transfixed voices,Imposing backward motion,The sand dances beneath our toes.Our innocent eyes touch the heart&amp;rsquo;s beat,And trace the lines of light.Balancing an oasis of secrets,We find a wilderness of memories.</description>
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			<title>She Loves the Moon</title>
			<description>Two cleft moons fallingAn entwined eclipse of desireDistance holds the hour</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Breathing is easy, truly living is hard.</description>
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			<title>Waiting For The End</title>
			<description>It is all too much for one man&amp;hellip; live it alone or try with failure. One&amp;rsquo;s heart is his own, as any breath that he breathes.</description>
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			<title>All We Have Is Who We Are</title>
			<description>One&amp;rsquo;s choice affected the ripples of time, and with choices came unexpected consequences.</description>
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