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      <title>The Sadness in Her Eyes</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;The sadness in her eyes breaks me,
Willing me to reach across the breach of hurt;
To hold her hand and tell her it was all a dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The painful lustre in her eyes,
As they glistened in the candle light that night
Would draw me into granting a reprieve that is not mine.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She seeks a place to leave her wish.
Where, at the feet of a gentle wizened priest,
She can be relieved of a flagrant breach, a love once spurned.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Wastelands...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wish I could fly
and take myself away, to a distant land
far removed from the scorching sun
that bakes my earth into a stony hearth
and burns it into a barren wasteland.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wish I could run
Fast enough to escape this darkness
that coaxes me into a frenzied song
and to a fevered dance; of mindless tongues
that sear my lungs and wear my tired soul.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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