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			<title>Heartbeat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My ear. Is on the carpet,On my floor.I am listeningFor the heartbeatOf my house.It is darkOutside my house.But it feels. Darker.Inside.I do not hear the heartbeatOf my house.Has it died?I wonder almost automatically.Houses don&amp;rsquo;t have heart beatsI recall.My..</description>
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			<title>Diamonds</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I step out into to the bitter cold and look upon the piercing beauty.The stars in the sky have fallen to Earth,Their brightness shines from below.Moon beams reflecting off the snow.&amp;nbsp;A million diamonds are all around,They mock my every memory.A picture of perfection reminds..</description>
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			<title>Katarina and Drake</title>
			<description>This is a story about a girl named Katarina who has found safety in her best freind, Drake. Drake however, wants to really be with her. Katarina has turned him down before but she beings to see how much Drake really does mean to her.</description>
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			<title>The Party</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The cold glass tips to her warmpink lips.Liquid relaxation and courageflow into her mouth.The tip of her tongue tastes it, and she finds it to her liking asit trickles down her throat,Bringing a faint pink blushto her cheeks.Strobe lights pulse and burn red on the inside of h..</description>
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