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			<title>Brown Sugar</title>
			<description>A poem dedicated to a very special friend of mine....here's to the roses, and the hope for the cure</description>
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			<title>My Dad</title>
			<description>This is a tribute to my dad...I wrote it for him as a Father's Day present</description>
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			<title>Friendly Dagger</title>
			<description>You, whom I thought was one of my dearest friends, have stabbed a dagger in my heart, causing pain to slice through me. It slices through me, leaving me left in the dark, the sad, unforgiving, hateful dark. My only question is why, why must you insist onbreaking me, killing me on the inside, attempt..</description>
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			<title>Before I Knew You</title>
			<description>A song for a guy and a girl...sort of inspired by a very good friend of mine</description>
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			<title>One More Chance</title>
			<description>You used to live in my dreams. You were my tall, dark, handsome guy and my knight in shining armor. I fell hard for you and you picked up the pieces everytime, that is, except for the last time. I&amp;nbsp;opened my eyes when you just&amp;nbsp;left me, and I saw&amp;nbsp;someone else helping me&amp;nbsp;out. I was ..</description>
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			<title>What I Really Fell in Love with</title>
			<description>Just a little something I wrote for my very special guy friend, who endured many rumors with me this year...I know there will be more</description>
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			<title>Run Away</title>
			<description>Somedays I just want to run away. Run away and never look back, even though I know that's the cowardly thing to do. I just want to run. I want to feel the wind in my hair, never look back, never have to hear the harsh, unforgiving words of high school that keep flying all around, and never see the h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PreppyTrackster/277611/</link>
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			<title>Stomped On</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You had my heart. All I wanted was you. My heart ached for you when we weren't together. You were my knight in shining armor that every girl dreams about. I was crazy about you, and everyone knew it but you. I always wished you had felt the same way about me. Sadly though you never d..</description>
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