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			<title>Autumn</title>
			<description>To one of my favorite seasons.</description>
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			<title>Africas Little Ones</title>
			<description>I am merely a vessel that speaks for those that lack the means to do so on there own.</description>
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			<title>Passion</title>
			<description>Seduction is a strong temptest.</description>
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			<title>A Mothers Sorrow</title>
			<description>For those capable of living beyond the death of there child.</description>
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			<title>Bully</title>
			<description>Your words penetrate more then the skin for the damage inflicted upon her phyche cant be comprehended by the stroke of a pin.Is there self validation to be found in the tears that eb down her cheak, do you feel gratified when you wield the word freak and aim it at her chest, doing your best to blow ..</description>
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			<title>Her Pain</title>
			<description>To in old Love.</description>
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			<title>Waiting Hour</title>
			<description>This poem stems from the saddnes of losing my love and in the process my capability to resiporocate love from any other individual.</description>
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