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			<title>faded yellow ribbons</title>
			<description>~~faded yellow ribbons~~faded yellow ribbons around the treesfor our loved ones overseasfathers, mothers, husbands, wivesit touches even the neighbors' liveschildren crying for their dadfeeling proud and yet so sadmommy when will daddy be home?mommy cries since she's alonefaded yel..</description>
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			<title>un</title>
			<description>old one i wrote about an ending</description>
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			<title>~~untitled as of yet~~</title>
			<description>the exquisite pain of loveforging from deep withinthe inner depths ofall that i amor am ever to becomeexploding from mebeyond me and surrounding melike a shroud of protectionof peace, of completenesslike none i've known beforepassionate waves tiding the shoresof my heart, my so..</description>
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			<title>statue</title>
			<description>if i were only a statuestanding obvlious of younot feeling anything even the pigeons on my headthis wouldn't hurt me sothe wind blowing scattered papersagainst my feettouching me but not touching my soulthis wouldn't bother menot like the choice you have maderain beating down upo..</description>
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			<title>anger</title>
			<description>this is the first thing i've written while dealing with my mom's cancer, she passed away this april  R.I.P Mom, you're my angel now</description>
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