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			<title>Flounderer~</title>
			<description>If I could have eluted the dark times in all entirety, I would have,If I could only devoice my mind, cross my heart, i would have.With every hint of breeze I inhale at best,Every flash sends an agonistic note to the chest.And it burns,It burns like you've set a fireplace for your disposi..</description>
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			<title>Melancholist~</title>
			<description>Walked through the wooden frame The air smelled new furnished wood,New chapter of the life she was to commenceIn this quiet suburban neighbourhood.Made it cozy with the warm firePlaced her daydreams on its new-born shelvesPushed the curtains out, let the sun dribble inBut then again ..</description>
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			<title>For a moment I-</title>
			<description>I stared at the ceiling with tears in my eyesWith a million thoughts running 'n pacing aroundFor a moment when I closed them tightIt felt like a key to a world that's only mine now.For a moment the mind stopped convincingThe heart, that it doesn't have to care for all.For a moment they..</description>
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			<title>Yesteryears~</title>
			<description>A chilly winter night I parched, boxing up old fabric and stuff,Dragged out a wooden case of letters and a bunch of  our old photographs.And just as I saw them out alive,Something pulled me to claim those peaks revived.To the time the eyes intertwain, the voice sought familiarity,From th..</description>
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