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			<title>Route to Revolve</title>
			<description>English assignment: To create a prologue to a journey to be mirrored after Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. About my trip to The Revolve Tour in Connecticut last December.</description>
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			<title>More important things</title>
			<description>I don't give a f**k about politicsEven if I shouldI don't give a f**k about academicsEven though I could--I don't give a f**k about how many books you've read,But which have you enjoyed?I don't give a f**k about how many fears you've faced,But which have you destroyed?--I don't give a f**k about you..</description>
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			<title>Figuring My Sanity</title>
			<description>Not official title. I'm just trying to figure out who I am. I know I've changed as a person, but who or what changed me? I often start things without completion, so no high hopes for this. </description>
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			<title>The Only Thing That Is Permanent Is Change</title>
			<description>His words burned in my throat.Tears floated up, unsure whether or not to spill over or not.&amp;nbsp;The last time I saw him was only a year ago, give a couple months. I imagined him at the table we all sat at, during the Christmas party. He sat there, fiddling with a cigarette from his pocket, itching ..</description>
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			<title>1am Impatience</title>
			<description>My first poem of any importance.
Although a fictional poem, it's loosely based on a string of messages interchanged between an ex-boyfriend and I, and we'd often stay up late, talking to each other.</description>
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