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			<title>velvet ropes and guitars</title>
			<description>... reuniting with old friends and loved ones, maybe even a few old flames... inspires this ...</description>
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			<title>the boy next door</title>
			<description>... my ex inspired this cute happy little poem... </description>
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			<title>tear stained</title>
			<description>tears that haven't fallen with time...fall, slowly delicately...with a simple &quot;hello&quot;building slowlythings bluras you read on, it sets inthat ache in your chest...than in a blink,they fall.harsh, wet little dropsthey fall.one bye one, staining.your smile fadesfrom a tear stained face....</description>
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			<title>flirting with disater</title>
			<description>... the very essence of it makes it exciting and still extremely terrifying </description>
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			<title>boys and girls</title>
			<description>... are unaware of each other untill the last minute</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxxlettelovexxx/497620/</link>
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			<title>indescribable </title>
			<description>many times have i felt this way... feelings soar at once making it too difficult to concentrate on one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxxlettelovexxx/497619/</link>
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			<title>thy razors calling</title>
			<description>i was a cutter and this is my poem to all you cutters out there...</description>
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			<title>frozen</title>
			<description>my first poem written... </description>
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			<title>drink and cut</title>
			<description>... my mother was an alcoholic and i was a cutter...</description>
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			<title>jealousy</title>
			<description>... although this was written about someone else as i go back and read it comes back to another boy yet again</description>
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			<title>hatred</title>
			<description>... one of the worst emotions to feel ... towards another or directed at you</description>
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			<title>invisible</title>
			<description>.... is how he made me feel ...</description>
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			<title>works in progress...</title>
			<description>write how u feel not what happend
well nothing yet has come out of these....</description>
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			<title>No one knows</title>
			<description>boys do strange and mysterious things even the wisest woman will never understand... this boy played the game but got hurt in the end too</description>
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			<title>i never saw a rockstar</title>
			<description>&quot;i never saw a moor&quot; by emily dickinson was the inspiration for this one...
enjoy</description>
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			<title>make a wish</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Make a wishTake a chancedream a hundred daysdream a thousand tommorowsshow your waysif it destroys your sorrows&amp;nbsp;make a wishtake a chancedrown all your tearshide all your fearssmile, grinfor it will be a milewhere people see your smile</description>
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