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			<title>Probably Not</title>
			<description>Looking back at it all,&amp;nbsp;would I do it again?Would I risk it allfor a night on his bed?Would I lose my faith,&amp;nbsp;and would I lose my grace?Would I choose to let go&amp;nbsp;and start a life without him?Would I leave him behind?Would I not forgive?Would I still hate him&amp;nbsp;for messing around with..</description>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>There lies beneath my sheetsAn emptiness that engulfsEvery inch of my rationality,In which every idea And memory erupt simultaneously,Making my tear ducts burnWith fury and defeat,Leaving scars alongEach valley and trench Found on my cheeks.Leaving remains of ashesOn my fin..</description>
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			<title>Cold Fire</title>
			<description>I trace his callousedpalms, fatigued and bruisedfrom handling scorching&amp;nbsp;roof panels summermornings. Cracksand dry lines lead&amp;nbsp;me to his hardenedfingertips that I soothewith strokes. Alone,&amp;nbsp;the spaces betweenhis fingers lose feeling.November. Wrinkled&amp;nbsp;like skin, leaves dancehigh wi..</description>
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			<title>Barely Breathing</title>
			<description>You walk right in and cause my by breaths to accelerate.I struggle for air and look away.Heart pulsing and hands shaking come to prove my heart wont make it tonight.&amp;nbsp;What once held it together now pulls it apart.In pieces my heart lies on the floorof your doorstep, the one i used ..</description>
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			<title>A Little too Late</title>
			<description>Smiling down at you is a face clearand in perspective easily mistakenfor an angel, your mother.&amp;nbsp;You stand there as a minisculebeing with misunderstood meaning.But meaning and purpose are hard to grasp,especially when morals and virtues are harder tasks.&amp;nbsp;There are ways out..</description>
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			<title>Locked Eyes</title>
			<description> We lock eyes for a moment, a minute, a secondI turn away as you walk awayBut you don&amp;rsquo;t even know my name&amp;nbsp;If only you knew what I felt about youThe feelings I get when I see your faceHow my heart starts to pump at the sound of your nameThat when you s..</description>
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			<title>Hearing my Voice</title>
			<description> Excuse me for the letterBut what I need to get across conveys a deeper effectIt intrudes every part of my dayWhen I awake and stay up every nightWhen I can&amp;rsquo;t fall asleep, and all I do is think of you&amp;nbsp;These words and thoughts run on for minutes, hours a..</description>
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			<title>A Deeper Meaning</title>
			<description> How come when you held me I saw in color?When all this time I thought black and white were my only options.&amp;nbsp;How come when you held my hand I felt warmth?When the bitter air of winter was all I had felt the entire year.&amp;nbsp;How was I able to meet such an ama..</description>
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