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			<title>001</title>
			<description>She has been there for too long.</description>
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			<title>Untitled (red)</title>
			<description>One without forethought.</description>
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			<title>The Daffodil</title>
			<description>The fragility of the scared.</description>
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			<title>Solus</title>
			<description>Inspired by a dream upon waking.</description>
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			<title>After Parting</title>
			<description>Temporary abandonment.</description>
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			<title>Verba</title>
			<description>When did the wordsHe had spokenBecome a rise,An inflammation in my heartDiscomfort ceasedAs abruptly as it'd appearAnd my heart swelledMy mind dwellt on them forever&quot;You&quot;, when he'd speakWhen &quot;you&quot; was meWhen &quot;love&quot; was realityAnd &quot;want&quot; was the truthWords that meantWords that bent, wordsThat so eff..</description>
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			<title>Belligerent Ghouls</title>
			<description>Typical high school cynicism.</description>
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			<title>She Was Crying Lightning</title>
			<description>You hadbeen seenAs physicallysereneGracefuland leanContradictionin your mien&amp;nbsp;You weredire and strangeYour mindan endless rangeWith rabid, marred fangsClutchingall my pangs&amp;nbsp;But I wassomewhat keenTo be partof your sceneSohid..</description>
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			<title>The Sea</title>
			<description>The non-existent dark sea.</description>
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			<title>The Babylonian Sun</title>
			<description>She was theworldShe was thecrimson dyeAnd she wasthe flaming viewOf everywaking eye&amp;nbsp;She was theearthShe wouldgrow us relentlessly outInto the scorchedhorizonOverheadthe harrowing south&amp;nbsp;She was mypassionShe wasevery mother and ..</description>
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