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		<description>The original writings of author Amber</description>
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			<title>Physical Muse</title>
			<description>Just thought of where I could take these events and this line of thought. This is what my mind came up with.</description>
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			<title>Earthly Angels</title>
			<description>Such a beautiful realization </description>
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			<title>Sleepless Mind</title>
			<description>Something I wrote last night when I couldn't sleep. Does me good.</description>
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			<title>Tables Turned</title>
			<description>She's grown up and gone now. Written about an older figure in my life. Basically my big sister (:</description>
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			<title>Tortured Dove</title>
			<description>He begged her from across the room with his eyes.Shaking, she stared back.&amp;lsquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t,&amp;rdquo;He was beside her now.Coaxing her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.She hesitated, her mind racing with fear.&amp;lsquo;No, no, you can&amp;rsquo;t become too close,&amp;rsquo;Each kis..</description>
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			<title>Pourquoi les personnes dans l'amour baise? </title>
			<description>Mostly in English; parts in French, but then translated after</description>
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			<description>Wrote this a bit ago. It was a really dark and hard time. Thankfully, I've found better and more positive things to focus on. And it's worth it (:</description>
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			<title>The Call</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s quite faint,Soft in my ear.Almost as gentle asA single tearRolling down my blush painted cheek.&amp;nbsp;No.It&amp;rsquo;s loud now.My eardrums pounding.My temple throbbing.Questions are circulating likeA whirlpool.Oh, my dear love,Am I still the fool?The call that..</description>
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