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			<title>Friendly Poison</title>
			<description>InnocentsmilesBright shining eyesNot seeing the poisonThatbeneath it all liesNot knowing the fate of a friendshipnew-bornTogether they fight for familial tiesYet togethertheir rights are smothered in liesThen towards the end the fightsturn aroundThey battle each other, standing their groun..</description>
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			<title>Fears</title>
			<description>Creatureslurk in the darknessFeeding on humanity&amp;rsquo;s fearsForever theyhave beenAnd forever will they beStalking us throughshadowsOnly found with primal earsTurned to myth andstories toldRelegated to tales of oldNever thought ofRarelyfearedUntil the day they call the huntAs prey we run..</description>
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			<title>Balanced</title>
			<description>I stand balancedPerched above a cliffWondering if I shouldLet myself fall intoThe joyous and terrifyingWorld before meI know he&amp;rsquo;ll catch meBut still I&amp;rsquo;m scaredTo take that stepThe one that will carry meFrom the brink ofchildhoodAnd into the world atlarge..</description>
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			<title>Ink Magic</title>
			<description>The only magic left to meIs that of words wellwrittenOn the pages that flashbefore my eager eyesFilling my mind withdistant talesOf vaguely familiar peopleand placesMaking the supposed realworld a dreamNever have I doubtedThe power of night blackinkMarching across the..</description>
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