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			<title>Before we go</title>
			<description>We sit idle and we smileTo an unspoken truth.That I've broken up with youAnd you have but not the slightest clue.That's because&amp;nbsp;I stay with you.I stay as a testament to our time togetherTalk about the inevitable ending of a lover.And to those who believe in matters of the heart,Do you stay or d..</description>
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			<title>Spread of a Toxin</title>
			<description>A fresh new piece of paper, undyed and reflective of any lightWas IWhen life placed unto me an uncapped,&amp;nbsp;feverish&amp;nbsp;pen&amp;nbsp;You.That ink, as dark as coal, began to spreadStill, I was.Damaging persistence, you were.Your toxins filled every fiber of my beingBut I should have been well aware.Y..</description>
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			<title>Tainted Costumes</title>
			<description>Sunday I belonged to the LordMonday through Thursday I was yoursFriday and Saturday I don't speak ofSometimes spent on the shoresMy calls and messages were an absence for youLeaving you in solitude, only you had no peaceWell you seeI was far too busyTrying someone exciting and newSomething you could..</description>
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			<title>Tale of Three</title>
			<description>&quot;Babe, can you be 21 already?&quot;But she didn't understand so she smiled.Remembering that her day was made a promise to himRepresentative of all she had to give.It was now a supposed joyous day that she could wait for a millennia to arriveInto a spiral of angst and prophesy of loyalty, she became.Becau..</description>
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