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			<title>A Portrait of Young Love</title>
			<description>When I was younger and in love for the first time in my life, it was like the entire world was a flower, blossoming. A flower that had never seen the sunlight. The years before that my existence had been dormant and now I could feel.. I never cried before I fell in love. The world had a new beauty w..</description>
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			<title>A Portrait of Unrequited Love</title>
			<description>It has been three months since a certain phrase was perhaps accidentally murmured in a cider filled haze. My fur coat engulfed my upper body and your hands found their own way home, nestling themselves underneath my top as you kissed me in the kitchen; the first cold night of the year. Those words w..</description>
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