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			<title>Lost: part two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Lauren quietly slipped out of the mans house, whose name she couldn't remember or&amp;nbsp;never even knew in the first place. &amp;lsquo;Where the f**k am I?&amp;quot; Lauren thought to herself.&amp;nbsp;She walked to the over to the street sign and realized she was a good hour walk from home. Her body was..</description>
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			<title>Adieu</title>
			<description>I was walking with a blindfold on.You were beside me, holding my hand, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear.I didn't know where we were, or where we were going, but I trusted you as my guide.Ignorance had never felt so blissful.&amp;nbsp;Suddenly the blindfold was ripped off, and you were..</description>
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			<title>Lost; part one</title>
			<description>&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lauren snorted another line of cocaine as a man she had met only hours earlier fucked her from behind. He had only been f*****g her for a few min..</description>
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			<title>Scorpian Women</title>
			<description>This poem was originally written about a particular women in my life. As time has passed I have found it applicable to more then a few women.</description>
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			<title> To Whom This May Concern</title>
			<description>I wrote this letter while in training at yet another shady call center in 2005.</description>
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			<title>Night Hike</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;On a typically sweltering Israeli Friday afternoon my boss Valerie asked me if I'd like to go on a night hike with her and her friends. I immediately said &amp;quot;sure! When ?&amp;quot; She said they would be leaving later that night. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by a night hike, but it so..</description>
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