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			<description>A poem I wrote a few years ago.</description>
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			<title>A writers passion.</title>
			<description>Constant notes, flowing memoirs, neverending writing.It is my way,                my souls display,                              of revealing whats inside me.I have a thought, I jot it down, I write what's in my heart.My dreams of play,                       motions of day,          ..</description>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>More of a rap than a poem...</description>
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			<title>Frustration</title>
			<description>Forever floating on a mist,obsessings on things i should resist.My body so seperate from my mind,my thoughts lost in a place that others can't find.A sexual charge, wound so tight and so high,ready to explode and take off into sky.A pent up rage, an aggression that strong,take me out..</description>
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			<title>The Dragons Rising</title>
			<description>There's something stirring in our landsIts moaning heard from deep beneathThis passive creature, now turned aggressiveStanding ready to wipe out earths foul sheepQuiet and calm, its first steps takenIts dormant years forgotten nowAll weakness gone, relinquished fromPast memories, so vulgar and taste..</description>
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