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			<title>America</title>
			<description>A poem about the nature of love (I know, highly orignal). How its passionate, how it can eat us up, how we must let it go. But ultimately on how it is nothing like we thought it would be as children. </description>
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			<title>Oak (Names)</title>
			<description>At a school near where I used to live, which had big wooden benches with the names of pupils who had gone there. Reminded me of Keats' last words and I wondered if we live on in the minds of others.</description>
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			<title>Heavens</title>
			<description>Sometimes when I find someone I like, I try to do everything I can to impress them. But normally this ends up fairly badly, and it would have been better had I just been still and just lived it. </description>
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			<title>The First Day of November</title>
			<description>I saw a girl standing out in the cold, and wondered if in some alternate world we were together. If that could happen, will parts of our lives always intertwine?</description>
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