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			<title>THE BLAZE.</title>
			<description>No love for too long, Is love long gone.</description>
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			<title>Hiraeth</title>
			<description>(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. </description>
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			<title>Eerie October.</title>
			<description>When I turned into my worst fears.</description>
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