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			<title>Inseparable</title>
			<description>I often wonder if it would not have been easier - &amp;nbsp;If I did not read life as well as I do,For is living not simpler without the effortless sensing,&amp;nbsp;Of that which you assume is kept hidden -Or am I assured through it, my lesser&amp;nbsp;devastation?I see everyone and everything -I see it all a ..</description>
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			<title>Me and You</title>
			<description>As we were - as we areThe weekend past, a lovely dreamBits in flashes screens through my mindFading from time into timeRemembered words said out loudAnd words not said but felt with soundsI choose you&amp;nbsp;I saw something there and I choose youYou said you had a great and full lifeFull of experience..</description>
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			<title>Still</title>
			<description>I sat down ready to write something entirely different which I had been working on in my head this morning. But when my fingertips hit the keyboard - this is what came out.</description>
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			<title>Scibblings of a teenage girl - Vol 1</title>
			<description>'Scribblings of a teenage girl' are poems I wrote a long time ago. My little trip down memory lane...</description>
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			<title>Grief</title>
			<description>No one always on my side, anymore.&amp;nbsp;I watched the others as feet shuffled byDeath, came so near and took too muchLeaving only in its steadAn emptiness so bold it numbed, and ripped insides apartA&amp;nbsp;dryness so sore the pain screamed through my heart&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;so grief takes..</description>
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