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			<title>The voltures of mine</title>
			<description>The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a treeA big, tall, grey tree, without leaves,Just a bird, no not a bird.&amp;nbsp;A ugly vulture , with little to almost none feathers looking down on me.&amp;nbsp;With hiw small almost pin-like eyes glowing sickenning yellow in the darkI should be afraid, the..</description>
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			<title>In the longterm</title>
			<description>Butterflies&amp;hellip;Coming out of nowhere,colourfoul little flakes.Me standing still,my skin feels cold wraped around my bones.Seeing them get cared on by the wind, dancing not so close around me.Woke a feeling inside me, a need.The need to have one of those precious creatures near me.Suddenly in the..</description>
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			<title>What is love</title>
			<description>So thenagain What islove&amp;nbsp;Is it whenyou looking his eyes and play with his hairIs it whenyou let him touch your rollsIs it whenyou hallucinate his smellIs it whenhe lets you bite him even if he hurtsIs it whenhe&amp;nbsp;looks at you then looks away and stupidly..</description>
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			<title>An Adoption</title>
			<description>I remember that time.Nine months of pure agonyI didn&amp;rsquo;t want the child.I wasn&amp;rsquo;t ready,in so many levels.No job.No house.No husbund.No family.No love.How could I give love to something that deserves it the most When no one taught me how&amp;hellip;I did it.I gave her away.No I don&amp;rsquo;t regr..</description>
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			<title>His words are true love. </title>
			<description>He's words for is what love is all about.
So tell me what you think about it</description>
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			<title>Your last words</title>
			<description>Plain words i wished he said before he left.</description>
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