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			<title>Those Unseen Forces</title>
			<description>Those Unseen Forces   Does anyone know what I mean when I talk about the power that lies between?&amp;quot;Its the power that makes the world come alive , it can keep a man hypnotize. It has the power to manipulate... it even has the power to procreate&amp;quot;.&amp;quot;I'm talking about those unsee..</description>
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			<title>Moments OF Masturbation</title>
			<description>Love never dies</description>
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			<title>The Flesh</title>
			<description>LUST IS EVER PRESENT IN THIS DAY AND AGE.</description>
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			<title>My Phenomenal Brother</title>
			<description>The Truth Lies Within being true to your self is the only way to live</description>
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			<title>Daddies Little Girl</title>
			<description>A poem out of my book Hidden Treasures</description>
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			<title>Something new some men come to restore</title>
			<description>Still waters run deep and I'm drowning in the mist of my own desires longing to get out of a love that doesn't love me I'm in a place where hope waits and pain is a constant present, searching for the woman I use to be strong mind and completely free of loving anyone else but me. When love came ..</description>
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