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			<title>Incessantly Beating</title>
			<description>Ihave a heart that beats incessantly loud.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It demands attention. It cries foran answer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Patchwork Me</title>
			<description>a journal from long, long ago</description>
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			<title>Little Girl</title>
			<description>Prettylittle girl crying in bedWho,my darling, made you oh so sad?Was itthe man across the street who gazed upon you with unwavering eyes?Or thegirl in class whose laughter you despise?Was itsweet little Timmy who broke you heart?Orperhaps your mother said you weren&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Filthy Clean</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;vestained my handsThey arecovered in his bloodI scrubthem under hot water until they are bruised and redBut stillI feel his life clinging to my skinI feelhis disgusting hands upon me and I quiver in fearI feelhis sticky hot breath against my neckAnd itma..</description>
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			<title>writers image</title>
			<description>Words flow from my pen like waterfrom a faucet&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimeshot &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Angel</title>
			<description>She knew he was a monster, but did that mean she couldn't love him?
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			<title>The Dreamer</title>
			<description>Love like this only exists in dreams.</description>
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			<title>Anxious</title>
			<description>If you've been there you know. If you haven't you could never understand.
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