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			<title>Just Say It!</title>
			<description>Frustration with not being able to speak what I truly want to say</description>
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			<title>Physical Love is Madness</title>
			<description>Conflict between innocence and adolescence</description>
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			<title>Loud Change</title>
			<description>Change is one&amp;nbsp;Who seems gentle and painlessYet when it happensIt knocks me breathless.It makes my supposedly silent stepsThunder and boom like a giant.It causes a tree's pale yellow breaking leavesTwang and screech like an iron cord.It makes the frothy fading cloudsHiss and dissolve like gaseou..</description>
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			<title>Sunken Galleon</title>
			<description>I am waiting for my galleon to land&amp;nbsp;Yet a rocky pier is where I standThis galleon would be shredded to sliversYet I still wait here while wind wails and quivers.I dreamt my galleon would hold precious thingsTo supply me through the world's moody flings.I yearned a ship would take me aboardTo ve..</description>
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			<title>Fisherman's String</title>
			<description>You leave me waitingHanging in the yawning airMy fingers clutch to Fisherman's StringSuch a thin threadYet such a strong tieIt restricts circulation for anyone...My heart only beats for you.I want to swing to the cliff sideAnd clench my parched roots intoThe sanctuary of rational earth.Whether hangi..</description>
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