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			<title>The night the sky exploded</title>
			<description>I was bored sitting in class one day so i decided to write something. This is the end result. I may expand on it someday, but for now this is it. Tell me what you think!</description>
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			<title>Growing up over night</title>
			<description>This is just about how good experiences feel while it is happening and then the regret and shame that comes afterwards.</description>
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			<title>hold my hand</title>
			<description>I am not sure this even counts as a poem, but it definetly did not fit in any other category. This is just a little quote i wrote one day when i was not feeling very optimistic, as you can see from the writing.</description>
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