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			<title>The Perfect Soulmate</title>
			<description>A wise man once asked:What is love ?An emotionPerhaps the amount of scratches left on one's backMy response was neitherFor love does not existOr so I thoughtA gentleman captured my soulTouched my heartHis sexual inhibitions lay dormantAs his fingers strum the strings of my heartCreating perfect harm..</description>
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			<title>Dear Baby</title>
			<description>Dear Baby,You would have been three todayI'll never forget the day I gave you upYou had only been alive for two monthsGrandma and Grandpa said I wasn't readyDaddy said it wasn't conveinent&amp;nbsp;Dear Baby,As I lay on that cold gurneyI contemplateDo I really want to give my baby away ?That day, I was ..</description>
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			<title>A Love Lost</title>
			<description>My life has been so lonely and coldMy baby walked out the doorLeaving me behind with a broken heart and memories of what used to beI cry myself to sleepDreaming of what used to beHis photo stares at me from my nighstandBeautiful caramel complexionLuscious lipsDimples as deep as the Grand CanyonSmile..</description>
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			<title>Unwanted Blessing</title>
			<description>In a hospital bed , a young woman liesAs pieces of her soul slowly dieToday, her baby was supposed to be bornSuddenly, the death angels blew their hornsIn a distant memory, she sees her baby's face turn blueDoctors rush him from the roomLeaving her without a clueHours passThe doctor ..</description>
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