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			<title>embracing darkness</title>
			<description>breathejust breathecould something so simpleso familiarbe the complete concern of my mind's every thoughtmy heart not knowing where to fall into patternmy mind racing to every corner of the reaches of my knowledge&amp;nbsp;searching for a worda phrase that didn't know its desperation to escapegroping in..</description>
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			<title>Aisling</title>
			<description>On the edgeThe brink of gloryWith outstretched fingersI hunger to be the windWind&amp;nbsp;Who chills my bonesAnd cleanses my tattered soulI drink deeply the air of faraway placesTo sojourn another dimensionI stand on a solid heightTo hear the water sing beneath my feetThe wind whips about and I am sure..</description>
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			<title>Findings</title>
			<description>A simple poem about Bilbo Baggins. Specifically the fight with the Spiders in Mirkwood.
Enjoy! (:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnnaScheurer/1104006/</link>
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			<title>Beyond Reality</title>
			<description>Hold meFor I will burry myself deep within my own graspI have let myself fall beyond realityI have watched myself take the beatingLet the whip hit my raw skinAnd the blood run into my eyesI need an escapeBut all I have is a worn body And I am too weary to runAll I need is a place t..</description>
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			<title>To My Mirror of Years Ago</title>
			<description>Well, I have to say that this is one of my poorer poems, but it'll do. As you read it, imagine a woman standing in front of a mirror, speaking to her past. </description>
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