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			<description>simply my thoughts for the evening</description>
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			<title>Uncle</title>
			<description>A Memoir</description>
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			<title>thoughts from my diary</title>
			<description>not so much a poem, but just some words from my journal, my personal book</description>
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			<title>Beautiful</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you splatter the painton this canvas that is&amp;nbsp;my body&amp;nbsp;your brush, it followsmy curvesmy hips&amp;nbsp;they're red&amp;nbsp;and you move down my body&amp;nbsp;feeling my skinit's cold and the color&amp;nbsp;hugs me and&amp;nbsp;hardens.&amp;nbsp;and when you p..</description>
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			<title>Winter</title>
			<description>I found myself in a different world last nightThe trees they were bareThe leaves buried beneath the snowI heard them crunch under my feetReminded me of days I was youngI stopped and listenedThe silence it was beautifulI heard you laughingI smiled and looked upThe sun coming through..</description>
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			<title>Passion</title>
			<description>Each piece of clothingFalls to the floorone by oneMy blouse drops fromMy shouldersslowlyand you watch it fallLike snow meltingin the hot sunoff a naked tree branchand you study my shouldersMy skin like chocolateSoft to the touch and sweetYou imagine your lipsAgainst my sk..</description>
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