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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>(The last of many poems from 2006). Sometimes you have to say goodbye to someone to move on with your own life.</description>
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			<title>Static</title>
			<description>(from '06). A relationship poem/song lyrics about a relationship that is fading, losing it's connection. </description>
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			<title>Stranger</title>
			<description>(from '06). People change over time. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. It seemed like everyone close to me changed for the worse. I stayed the same. I didn't feel the same way for someone who I didn't know anymore. </description>
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			<title>Ocean</title>
			<description>(Another oldie from 06'). Picture yourself sitting on a beach at night, and your ex walking away from you right after breaking up. That's kind of the picture I got from this poem when I wrote it. And no I never got dumped while on the beach (that'd suck)</description>
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			<title>Stolen Hearts</title>
			<description>I wrote this around 2006, I think. I'm re-posting this. It kind of sums up my past feelings of never being &quot;the one&quot; for anyone at the time. It felt like there was always someone better, stealing affection away from whom ever I had my eye on.</description>
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