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			<title>bomb</title>
			<description>your temper flared &amp;nbsp;sofast so highthe flames nearly touched the skyyou are like a bomb waiting to explode and we are your family so exposedevery day not knowing what to expectjust waiting to see what the events of the day will detectyou use to be so gentle and kind..</description>
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			<title>my book</title>
			<description>I cant find my bookwhere could it have been putall I want to do is readbut instead im getting meanits no where to be foundand im sick of looking aroundI hope I find it soonso my head doesn't explode and go boomim miss reading about blood, guts, and goreand not being able to let my mind explore&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>uncle brian</title>
			<description>I miss you every nightI still cant believe your gonenow that your body and soul are undergroundI cant help &amp;nbsp;not to frownI don't think there is a day that goes bythat I cant help seeing your face when I close my eyesI know you would sayeverythigs ok don't frownbut I cant help it not seeing your ..</description>
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			<title>pitter patter</title>
			<description>pitter patter is the noise you hearwhen rain falls upon the window sillpitter patter can be sound you hearwhen a heart gets broken and tears fall upon the pillowpitter patter can be made by feetof a joyful and happy child playingpitter patter can be the noise of a flower&amp;nbsp;when it dies and the pe..</description>
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			<title>stuck in the middle</title>
			<description>I wish I was a picture on a wallwhere I would have no friends at allI would not be stuck between two peoplewhere I can not figure out how I feel&amp;nbsp;sometime I feel like an orange or bananabecause my feelings just seem to fall apartthis way if I hung upon a wallmaybe I would have no problems at all..</description>
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			<title>butterfly</title>
			<description>fly so gracefulfly so beautifulfly so peacefulwithout feeling moodywith no cares at allfly so tallover, under, around, and thoughnever seem to be bluecolors so brightlooking like a small kiteflying into the nightand straight out of sight</description>
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			<title>teardrops</title>
			<description>teardrops fall like summer raincoming fast with a steady flowdo we cry to ease our painor is it a way for us to growteardrops, are they meant to help us heal&amp;nbsp;is it our way to put the pain behind usteardrops, are they meant to show happiness&amp;nbsp;is it our way of showing excitement we cant keep ..</description>
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