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			<title>Sensual</title>
			<description>How do I divideThe thoughts that run through my mindRacing, sparks that flyIgniting my goosebumpsMy head and your heart they collideMouth agape, teeth indenting the supple skinbeneath meCan you sense, the sensual?The tastes exchangedWordless communicationOur distinct 'pitter-patters'Beneath our bone..</description>
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			<description>You can't handle my truthsThe words that I'd say to youLetters strung into sentencesThat'd strike pain in you&amp;nbsp;I'm silentRemain quietBecause it's too muchI've had to fight itBite back tears&amp;nbsp;The ghosts of&amp;nbsp;Old fearsYour jokes and wordsCause the insecureIn meMy insecurityThere's no cureTo..</description>
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			<title>until we bleed</title>
			<description>it's like you forgot who I wasNa&amp;iuml;ve, new &amp;amp; nervousBig brown eyes filled with a seastorm of emotionsWaves crashed against black lashesLicking up at the sandy edges of my skinWhen I thought about you&amp;amp; if this danger was worth itShaky hands in calm nightsSteady gazes in throbbing nightclub..</description>
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			<title>secret sadness.</title>
			<description>Do you remember my face?The contours&amp;amp;cheekbones that consist, createthe canvas of my identityDo you recall the placesyou've touched, kissed&amp;amp; tracedDo you ever thinkpause in the busiest of momentsclosed your eyes at the first beat of that painfully pretty song on the radio?Remembered the movi..</description>
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			<title>lustlove</title>
			<description>StandstillSoft scared eyes beneath long lashestentatively blinkingquivering fingertips trace translucent skinfor I can see her heartbeating beneath the curves that create her chestI grasp her nervous handsplace them on my calm exteriorSerenading soundsescape her throatCaught between love - or is thi..</description>
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