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			<title>Poetry</title>
			<description>Poetry is the window of my soulIt helps me heal and take controlTo strip away my built up emotions&amp;nbsp;And help me kill my foolish notions.The tear left inside, the part of me I hideThe hurtful words once spoken which playback in my mindMy unspeakable thoughts, the ones that are unkindAll my fears ..</description>
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			<title>Ruined Reputation</title>
			<description>Left in desolation with a ruined reputationAn image engraved in the minds of others.Peering through uncertain eyes only seeing the disguiseThe one you so proudly painted of me&amp;nbsp;and hung up for the world to seeAnd there was no room left for remediationTo salvage my tarnished reputationAnd now the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strod36/1320062/</link>
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			<title>My obsession</title>
			<description>I dreamAn erotic scene:A touch, a tasteA warm embraceSweet lips against my earA soft, loving voice whisperingIs what I long to hearMy body, it aches for a touchHearing my rapid heartbeat is such a rushTo be softly kissed and held so tightKnowing when the feeling is just rightEv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Strod36/1314374/</link>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem a few seconds ago. Its about the hope I still have about a lost friendship. </description>
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			<title>Time </title>
			<description>Time is like a revolving doorForever swinging us in motion.Never being stopped or paused but always at a constant speed.We go through an endless cycle; a constant flow of people, only motivated mostly by their own selfish need.But we never take a moment to step outside the doorAnd maybe if we did, w..</description>
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			<description>This poem is spoken from the point of view of a homeless person. I wanted to express how society is so desensitized to homeless people. It was written last year.</description>
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