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		<description>The original writings of author misaljo</description>
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			<title>On the outside looking in</title>
			<description>On the outside looking inWould it really be a sinTo take his heart awayNo, i guess that's not okI'm on the outside looking in On the outside looking inI can't say where or whenWe'll get the chance to satisfyThe fire that burns down deep insideOn the outside looking in. On the outside looking inTime ..</description>
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			<title>On the inside looking out</title>
			<description>On the inside looking outIs this what life is all aboutWondering what is left out thereDoes anybody really care?I'm on the inside looking out. On the inside looking outYes, i've lost him, there's no doubt.Now my heart has broke in twoI don't know what to do.On the inside looking out. On the inside l..</description>
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			<title>back in its grave</title>
			<description>There was no weapon other than what I was born with. Yet the death was surprising, although expected. Sooner or later, the past needs forgotten and the future needs to be sought. The ghost of my past has now been put back in its grave, never to wander through my mind again. Done with the crying, don..</description>
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			<title>Just another piece of crap </title>
			<description>Once a cherished statue on a pedestal, now a pile of shattered glass. Fragile as it was, I took care when holding it. But it slipped out of my grasp, and fell to the floor. Now it lay in rubble, no longer pretty to look at, no longer upheld as an idol. Just another piece of crap that can no longer b..</description>
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			<title>i am immortal</title>
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			<title>my tears are words</title>
			<description>my tears are words, yet no one hears the tales they tell. they are only for my heart to reveal. my secrets spark the fire within my soul, to remember the pain, remember the hurt, remember the tears, until i can cry no more. my tears tell the story of my life,the shame, the joy,the sorrow, and the ha..</description>
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			<title>three little words</title>
			<description>Three little wordsall I wantall I needthree little wordsany three words?not just anythree certain wordsmost important wordswomen&amp;nbsp;want mostfrom the heartmost important wordsgotta have feelinggotta be truenot just saidfor certain purposesfrom the heartwill I hear?in my lifetime?in another life?th..</description>
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			<title>much too much</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Much too afraid of the feelings I havemuch too broken is my heart from the painmuch to dead to live the life I wantmuch too close to my heart you had beenmuch too sharp were the words that were saidmuch too alone is the way that I feel much too careless I have been with my lifemuch too real ar..</description>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>free write</description>
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			<title>the door</title>
			<description>this is a free verse i penned for a writing class.</description>
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			<title>My celestial wishes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Pardon me, Mr MoonA favor if i may.light his night when full and brightand never let him stray.Might I ask, Oh Tiny StarsShow me some kindness please.Guide his way so he's never lostand set his mind at ease.And if you could, Madam SunMy prayer I hope you hear.Shine your rays upon his backso he..</description>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>You summon violet graves beneath the seaThe sin has vanished, or so it seemsYou find vaporous fangs upon the landThe vision we had was no moreWe lay down our arms upon a graveThe queen's orders echo, and are obeyedFor now, for now I am defeatedPer change a change in future unseenThe queen will vanis..</description>
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			<title>a vision of time past</title>
			<description>strange and colorful was the dreamfleeting visions of time pastback to a time when the sins were goodfrom which memory was this taken?the one of the lost soul in the mirror, or of the one ready for travel, complete with luggage?i awaken, the night is no more.fading slowly are the thoughts of empty h..</description>
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			<title>My Curiousity</title>
			<description>My Dr Suess moment.</description>
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			<title>guilt of the innocent</title>
			<description>This poem is one that I wrote to help me get over a wrong done to me.  </description>
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