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			<title>Contempt</title>
			<description>Contempt,A Word,Nonetheless,&amp;nbsp;But feelings,Stir under its surface.&amp;nbsp;For it is I,&amp;nbsp;Who came to wonder,&amp;nbsp;whether this was to say,keep your acts enclosed,&amp;nbsp;or keep your eyes alert.&amp;nbsp;The vapid seething minds,&amp;nbsp;overgrown with worthlessness,I began to ponder,&amp;nbsp;the meaning o..</description>
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			<title>Sad Life </title>
			<description>Poety cannot be described.. Only told. </description>
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			<title>Faded Lives</title>
			<description>**This is not a teeny-bop romance, at least I hope not. God I hope not**
It's a book more than about boys and romance, it's about life and meanings to it. </description>
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			<title>Eyes</title>
			<description>It's a poem. That's all I can say. It's hits home and I tear up a little when I think about it. </description>
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