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			<title>New Smile</title>
			<description>never seen a smile so big until I looked at you a glare on my eyes from yours like as if the sun was too bright ,.never heard a heart beat so strong as if to hear a lion roar ceasing all the noise and all the pain man what a face I see when I look at you never felt a grip so stable no shake no stumb..</description>
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			<title>MyLove</title>
			<description>Every kiss you gives me sends me into deep thoughtyou are what I wanthow I fought to keep youA sense of simplicity, giving, kind, gentle soulyou touch me in places only you know where to goOur playful spirits is our joy for life and fulfilling one anotherHow much further can we climb together as fri..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning, The End</title>
			<description>This poem explains some friendships/r-ships that we choose to hold on for some reason but that actually becomes bad for us , we start to realize this is not what I expected or even really wanted</description>
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			<title>I believe</title>
			<description>They tell me that prayer is the answer to my pain that Jesus laid on the cross so why continue to drain my body with the thoughts of past affliction. I tell them Yes I pray but, I don't leave it alone, still feeling the hurt I've sown into people ,in their lives giving grief and strife. Im to tired ..</description>
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			<title>Therapist</title>
			<description>I begin to open myself up to the places of my mind.The destructive endeavors that surrounds my every thoughtMy every being is you seeing the dark depth of the spaces beneath my skin&amp;nbsp;Being surrounded in those ill feelings that continues to confine meLetting no one in to discover or recover those..</description>
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