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			<title>Define Love</title>
			<description>Love&amp;nbsp;Hearts&amp;nbsp;collideBeating as oneSweet like violins being strung&amp;nbsp;Ive been stungStung by the reality of love&amp;nbsp;What is loveEyes HandsThat one touch&amp;nbsp;The rush&amp;nbsp;The warmth&amp;nbsp;What is this im feeling&amp;nbsp;Is it a replica of loveOverwhelming&amp;nbsp;EmbracingChest to chestPanting..</description>
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			<title>Funny Love</title>
			<description>Something i wrote a while ago for a friend based on her relationship at the time</description>
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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>An old poem i wrote about a year ago was going threw alot.. found it and well here it is..Judge away :)</description>
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			<title>Common Question</title>
			<description>Most common question&amp;nbsp;Why does it hurt ?&amp;nbsp;This rattling unsettling feeling&amp;nbsp;The sac beating red liquid&amp;nbsp;Bold&amp;nbsp;Rupturing&amp;nbsp;under pressure&amp;nbsp;Long breaths, still movements&amp;nbsp;Short intervals of happiness but hard pain&amp;nbsp;Constantly found ludicrous&amp;nbsp;A plethora of faithf..</description>
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			<title>Life In Pen</title>
			<description>Life was never written or engraved in the world's finest goldWritten in feather ink penNever meant to be rewritten nor unwrittenBut recorded in the book of rights and wrongsGod's vast circum screenNever&amp;nbsp;re-winded&amp;nbsp;but oddly replayedDreams, Deja VuI've been told of a fresh start, a new begin..</description>
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