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			<title>Porcelain Doll</title>
			<description>Who would&amp;rsquo;ve known immaculate beauty is defiled behind thinporcelain layers?Peach brushed cheek bones are not a shield to protect.Maroon painted fingernails are tough to keep cleansed. And scarlet lips cannot speak words that are lost in a mindhollowed and hazed. No love ca..</description>
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			<title>Grandma's Eyes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everything that is scraped into a counterfeit mold is goldin grandma&amp;rsquo;s eyes. What&amp;rsquo;s light and bright brings varieties of glitter into hermind.To her yellow means slow and not so fast to go,This is an understatement for all of those redbone wanna begi..</description>
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			<title>The art work of Arson</title>
			<description>Love, That word that can be translated into so manydifferent ways it refuses to be true.Yet, I think I have collided into it face first and am toocomfortable to pull myself up.He is a master of arson that took his lighter, swiped itacross my chest, and set my heart on fire.Once fla..</description>
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			<title>Limitations</title>
			<description>F**k limitations. Limitations were made to restrain you.Limitations are for the incompetent,Who are afraid to live and let go.Limitations are boundaries that were built to f**k with youremotions.Limitations are like being buried alive.GASP! GASP! Gasping for air and can&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Thornless Rose</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let&amp;rsquo;stake a stroll down the depth of a wound that is further then the hypodermis; awound that has been belligerently and deliberately slashed through skin to makeyou feel weaker than millions of bricks piled on top of..</description>
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			<title>The Agony of a Teenage Lunatic</title>
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			<title>Cut Strings </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Don&amp;rsquo;t tell me not to think of you,That is a sin I am compelled to commit,Regardless of whatever weapon you press into my temple orwhatever atomic bomb you throw against my back.I&amp;rsquo;ll just smile and pretend we are engaging in an intensesnowball fight,Let me cl..</description>
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			<title>Assimilation </title>
			<description>Okay so there have been many poems where I would start offwith saying, &amp;ldquo;Welcome to my heart,&amp;rdquo; and lead you into a cell that wasgloomier then where Hester birthed Pearl. I would find my inner politician and tell you a parade oflies that would be so dramatizing that you would..</description>
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			<title>Fatal Attraction</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You found me, You opened me,You loved me, You fucked me,You broke me,And now you want to tell me it&amp;rsquo;s your job to mend me?Love is more complicated then what we intend for it to be,If that&amp;rsquo;s the case we need to start searching for betterstrategies. ..</description>
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