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			<title>1.16.12.838.535.</title>
			<description>The bones will shatter,Her soul the result ofbatter.There are no longerdays, only nights.Times when her bruisesare away From her neighbor&amp;rsquo;ssights.Her screams reachingonlySleeping ears.No one awakens fortheir livesHave stopped.Life no longer g..</description>
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			<title>Come Inside</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He calls upon me when nootherWill pay him any mind.To the rest of the worldHis crocodile tears foolnone, only I.They pull at my soul,turning myHeart into a harp, so ilet him in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He comes inside, pushesme down.My arm fractures und..</description>
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			<title>Kind Sir</title>
			<description>Youassume this pain is your doing,Takingpride in the marks and Scarsalong my heart.Hideyour hubris for these were self inflicted.Thiswas not a homicide,Morelike a murder-suicideWith atwist.Forgetthe slit wrists and the revolver.&amp;nbsp;You&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>Detached</title>
			<description>He was the first Man she ever gaveInto willingly for he was First to ask permission.&amp;nbsp;Kissing her lips softly heSaw the fear in her wide eyes and Asked one more time if she was ready,A quick &quot;are you sure?&quot;&amp;nbsp;A nod was all he got in response,Her..</description>
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			<title>Knowing Not</title>
			<description>She runs her fingers Along tight brown braidsHanging down the Back halfway.&amp;nbsp;This child is a gem;Doe brown eyes andPorcelain skin close to That of her doll collection.&amp;nbsp;In the next few moments the smileOn that child&amp;rsquo;s face will forever ..</description>
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