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			<title>Shades of Grey</title>
			<description>I honestly write on the random whims I get. This poem? Probably a reaction to someone expecting to act as if life, and the decisions in it, are simply black and white.</description>
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			<title>Untitled for now...</title>
			<description>Something I cooked up late at night......</description>
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			<title>Old Soul</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A lesson learned with each passing daysurpassing commonalities in effortto achieve a purposeful reality.Where art thou old soul?Knowledge and wisdom beyondthou years beneath layers and layersof begotten fears.&amp;nbsp;An ache of loneliness inresponse to another night ofsopho..</description>
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			<title>Feminism</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;ButchDikeBulldogPleasantries not so nice.Aggressive MasculineHow did I lose my femininityon such a whim?I have no aversion to pink.I still wear my high heeled shoes.My beliefs are the only thingthat separate me from you.I still like the boys.I still like the toys...</description>
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			<title>This Strangeness</title>
			<description>A random perception i had of this life we live</description>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;ll always have a piece of my heart.Precious,Bits and pieces,Thrown to the wind.Found a piece yesterday,&amp;nbsp;It was littered in someone&amp;rsquo;s hair.Thought you saw a piece todayAs if you really care.It&amp;rsquo;s ok though,It&amp;rsquo;s only pieces of my heart,Thrown around ..</description>
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			<title>Seduction</title>
			<description>The actions we make in the darkest of shadows......</description>
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			<title>Three Little Words</title>
			<description>Three little wordsroll off my tongueunaware of the damageto be done.ILoveYouSpoken too sweetto be manufacturedSpoken to quickto be recaptured&amp;nbsp;Silence.&amp;nbsp;Racing thoughts to matchmy beating heart while I wait.&amp;nbsp;Silence.&amp;nbsp;A turn of the headA blink..</description>
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			<title>Into Shadows</title>
			<description>Gurgling sinsTo arise above the frothy fleshStuck between a hard placeAnd a place beneath this world.Struck out!Lashed out!Hid in the hearts and minds of men?Only to reveal itself in the immediate darkness?No!Pieced apart&amp;#2013266053;..One in the feet at which..</description>
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