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			<title>The helix between love and friendship</title>
			<description>Passages of time do their wonders for the wisdom of appreciating and understanding oneself.
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			<title>On we go downwards propeller of life's love</title>
			<description>There is a method to every madness, graciousness to every shyness.</description>
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			<title>Three hundred and fifty five, one of the rare times I felt alive</title>
			<description>Dedicated to Jush, Angeline, Mark, Lea and Melisa, Day and night of April 23, 2010</description>
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			<title>Turn that frown upside down...You're not some sort of retarted clown!</title>
			<description>Here, there and everywhere.</description>
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			<title>The Muffled Wish</title>
			<description>The first poem I ever wrote when I was only 12 years old, for who I had loved.</description>
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			<title>Every inch of this city has a relic of love </title>
			<description>The beginning of the final frontiers</description>
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			<title>Somber delegations</title>
			<description>Which poison is morally correct, to which are we subjected as cause.</description>
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