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			<title>I'd Love To</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;d love to lie between the lines of your favorite book, stargazing into your eyes&amp;hellip;mesmerized&amp;hellip;Memorizing all your favorite lines, trying to buy some time before you turn the page.With you I&amp;rsquo;ll always take what I can getAnd oh how I'd love to live inside those coffee sip lip..</description>
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			<title>Homeless</title>
			<description>Homeless</description>
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			<title>Waiting</title>
			<description>I feel as if I'm waitingLike your old favorite shirt you haven't worn in awhileHoping you'll squeeze me off the hanger that's been holding me backWaiting for your mood to be just right on a day when you forgot how to match and there was no need to blend any colorsThe day you needed a friend and you ..</description>
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			<title>The Day I Died</title>
			<description>Some people are masters of manipulation...</description>
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			<title>They Are Still Beautiful</title>
			<description>Older personal writing, figure I'd share.</description>
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			<title>Ink (I Want)</title>
			<description>Change of perspective  </description>
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			<title>Broke</title>
			<description>Darker poem.</description>
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			<title>It Seems Lately</title>
			<description>Feel like it can be better...but yea... booyah!</description>
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			<title>Drowned</title>
			<description>I caught myself breathing you inSmelling all the places&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp;been&amp;hellip;the approaching rain on your skinI was living in the cloudsI needed a soft landing and I was looking to youYour neckline the runway and I had tickets for two&amp;hellip;I'll meet you thereIll surely drown into youWith g..</description>
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			<title>Payback</title>
			<description>Moving On...from rags to riches.</description>
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			<title>Story To Tell</title>
			<description>We all have a story.</description>
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			<title>Roses are Red...</title>
			<description>I see purple</description>
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			<title>Sex</title>
			<description>Sex</description>
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			<title>My Little Miracle</title>
			<description>Brooke Anne...my little miracle.</description>
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			<title>Undefined</title>
			<description>Unseen beauty...older random writing</description>
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			<title>Girl across the bar.</title>
			<description>Overcome regret</description>
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			<title>Lines...</title>
			<description>	It haunts me, the inconsistency of the human being, not to say I'm not...I breathe the same air you breathe. Maybe were all just a little lost, and we think we find a way when we find an x that marks the spot but it's not ours. I drew a line in the sand years ago but I drew it to close to the shore..</description>
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