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			<title>A Foot for a Loafer</title>
			<description>Routine </description>
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			<title>Inertia</title>
			<description>A walk called a death marchA blink is also a shotgunA breathe is also suffocationA Thursday where the world is endingA dialogue called eulogyWhen a flame is coldWhere stone is breadWhere curving a smile is taxingWhere lying down feels like a burialWhere standing feels like collapseWhen a birthday is..</description>
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			<title>State</title>
			<description>My body achesI must scream and weptI do notInstead, I am awakeWallowing in a far distance,In a lonely place I only know&amp;nbsp;In a state the poets called &quot;Lonely&quot;I whisper to the ground to eat me wholeIt does not&amp;nbsp;I whisper to the seas to drown me inIt does notI whisper to the night to consume me..</description>
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			<title>Defined</title>
			<description>A revival</description>
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			<title>Run, Child</title>
			<description>I will look at my child,That poor thingWho carries my soulAn angelShe will hold my handMine is roughHer's is softI might cut herSo, I let goI will carry her into my armsKnowing I will dispose herSomewhere,Where she won't find meThe monster below her bed</description>
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			<title>Sliver</title>
			<description>I looked for a gunInstead, I found a penI pulled the triggerThe bullets were my tearsI stood upI wrote&amp;nbsp;I think,That's something worth dying for</description>
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			<title>Damned</title>
			<description>The words of an unrepentant sinner</description>
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			<title>Anatomy of a Death</title>
			<description>An unknown passage spoken by the winds</description>
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