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			<title>Gift</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m writing patterns in this warm sand, reflecting back at childhood memories, when our hearts and souls reunited as one. Life was transformed right in front of our eyes, slowly, but surely and every poem or verse we could find had a relation to the journey that was laid down for us. Filled wi..</description>
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			<title>Realistic Dream</title>
			<description>I walkedthrough my bedroom door, and slowly laid on the bed. My eyes, full of exhaustionclosed almost immediately. In the blink of an eye, my vision was blinded by anoverwhelming light at the end of an extensive tunnel. When the light vanished,a beautiful world was unfolded in front of me. &amp;..</description>
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			<title>On Love</title>
			<description>So beautiful and yet, so mysterious. Does one understand what it truly means to love something or someone? Do they really understand the overwhelming feeling that consumes their lives? Many people have his or her own interpretation of what love really is, some say that it&amp;rsquo;s just a feeling from..</description>
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			<title>Memory in the Sand</title>
			<description>The sun was bright and the blue sky was more beautiful than anyone could ever imagine. You smiled at me while getting sand all over your little feet and I just smiled back and stroked your hair. We laid a sheet made of wool on the sand and counted how many clouds were in the sky, and even made guess..</description>
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