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			<title>The Color of Loneliness.</title>
			<description>I remember that moment wellwhen the tears felt like they were melting my skinThe letter from you: spread out in front of me on the tableMe: rereading it over and over, burning hot tears flowingI could still hear you in my headas I read each wordYour handwriting was so familiar that it gave me chills..</description>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>Physiological pain exists to protect us from harm in the long run. If you don't feel pain, how will you know when you've been hurt and need to take special attention to your body? It also teaches us lessons; what to do and what not to do. If you didn't feel pain when touching a hot stove, how else w..</description>
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			<title>Writer</title>
			<description>I am a therapist, teaching you that when you need an outlet, words will sufficeI am a pastor, preaching life lessons using only different forms of a-zI am a magician, handing out love potions made out of journal entries scribbled in the middle of the nightI am a maid, cleaning off the memories that ..</description>
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			<title>Hollow, but healing</title>
			<description>Heartbreak left me hollow and emptyI didn't realize that I relied on you to fill me aplentyI felt bare inside like an abandoned warehouse or a vacant treasure chestand tattered where burning memories of you used to be pressed.Fighting off sin and sorrowI searched for a better tomorrowI did not find ..</description>
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			<title>God Damn It</title>
			<description>When I said &quot;God damn it, I love you&quot;I knew I was usingGod's name in vainbut I couldn't help it whenyour name was in my veins.For a great length of time you made my heart soarbut it's because of you that I'm now feeling internal aches this sore.Not until now have I ever breathed life into sighs this..</description>
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			<title>Naive</title>
			<description>Reality is a bomb that has dropped on meAnd now my shoulders are dropping tooMy movements become zombie-likeMy whole body is weighed down, attempting to forget youI notice the pale faces and dull eyes of others, comparable to mineBut I cannot tell that my own gloom is also outwardly show..</description>
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			<title>'Twas The Night Before Christmas</title>
			<description>Couplets</description>
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			<title>Hello. Goodbye.</title>
			<description>Hello, love.I just wanted to make sure you know that the truth willalways find its way to beat into your heart.&amp;nbsp;Love,I just wanted to make sure you know that the song in yourhead is never the wrong melody.&amp;nbsp;Love,I want you to know that I don&amp;rsquo;t want to l..</description>
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			<title>We Just Didn't Make It</title>
			<description>Sometimes Cupid&amp;rsquo;s arrow eventually wears offand love at first sight&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;return for the secondglance.Sometimes you can&amp;rsquo;t do much about itwhen everything is ruined by circumstance.&amp;nbsp;We could have been soul matesbut we just barely missed.We could have been forever lovers..</description>
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			<title>If You Asked (But You Didn't)</title>
			<description>3 haikus</description>
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			<title>I Never Knew</title>
			<description>I never knew how much truth &amp;ldquo;out of sight, out of mind&amp;rdquo; could lackuntil you said that youwere never coming back.&amp;nbsp;I never knew how painfullythis dear heart of mine could crackuntil I gave you everythingand you gave me nothing back.&amp;nbsp;I never k..</description>
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			<title>Italian Sonnet</title>
			<description>In the Midst of a ConcertThe voice I could pick out in a large crowd,the rhythms I could likely hum during sleep,heard in pulsing beats that cause me to leap.I refuse to sing any way but loudWhen it seemed above me lurked a storm cloudthese songs played as friends that made my strength keepMy favori..</description>
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			<title>Ties</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t be upset. Iwas the one who broke up with him. Why do I miss him? I feel so guilty..&amp;rdquo;The tie is broken now.You are no longer &amp;ldquo;You &amp; him.&amp;rdquo;The days are lonelier now.It feels like you&amp;rsquo;ve lost a limb.Whether the tie was destroyed by him, ..</description>
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			<title>human, human, human</title>
			<description>we are all unique to what we feel, who we are, what we've gone through. even when we are categorized in stereotypes there is variation among each person. but we are all human.</description>
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			<title>When No Layers Remain.</title>
			<description>When No Layers Remain&amp;nbsp;Opening up to youis like shedding offlayers of myself one at atimeI&amp;rsquo;ve always wanted to getrid of those heavy disguisesBut how far is too far?How many layersunderneathwill you no longer stillunderstand me?I feel it deep in mybonesthis excitement to haveso..</description>
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			<title>It will never get easier</title>
			<description>To those youngerA word of adviceLet me tell you something.The harsh truth is- it will neverget easier.You&amp;rsquo;re young now and way more worry free than you thinkThisstress that you feel will only multiply every day of your lifeand abandon anyqualities it had that allowed it to disperse for m..</description>
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			<title>Once in a blue moon</title>
			<description>Once in a blue moon your words get stuck in your throat andyou have to look away from my gazeand once in a blue moon I wish you wouldcrack open and reveal what you&amp;rsquo;re thinking or at least allow your tongue totranslate some of your thought neurons to wordsbut every blue moon you simpl..</description>
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			<title>Wishing we could help</title>
			<description>I want to help so bad it hurtsI want to say something thatwill cheer you up and reveal to the world your smilebut you&amp;rsquo;re broke way pastthe point of returnMy &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry&amp;rdquo;s are the best thing I&amp;rsquo;ve got but will donothing and have absolutely no effect on youYour happin..</description>
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			<title>Your life is missing depth</title>
			<description>The only thing on your mind is the rise and fall of&amp;nbsp;gas&amp;nbsp;prices, and other useless day to day activities with inadequate and frivolous consistenciestalking just to talk but not actually feeling anythingWhy not use that oil for your car to actually take you somewhere worthwhile?&amp;nbsp;Somewhe..</description>
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			<title>This Is The Time When I Am Most A Mess</title>
			<description>PANIC ATTACK</description>
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			<title>Just Some Sad Love Haikus</title>
			<description>I knowthat I'll bethe veryone to ruinall I'veever loved&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;tdeserve youNeverhave and never willYourlove&amp;rsquo;s too golden&amp;nbsp;My loveis copperThe cointhat tried so hard tobe worth something, failed&amp;nbsp;I rippedus apart..</description>
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			<title>death could come at any moment</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Pew! You&amp;rsquo;re dead,&amp;rdquo; say the little boys; death a quick notion of moving hands into faux guns and nothing to be taken seriously.When they grew to be teenagers they realized, that was merely being silly kids. Death is a tragedy mainly in movies and to people they don&amp;rsquo;t know, it..</description>
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			<title>Midyear Memory</title>
			<description>I still remember the clothes I wore on June 30 because darling,&amp;nbsp;how could I ever forget the way you looked at me in that red dress?I still remember the way your voice sounded on June 30 because darling,&amp;nbsp;how could I ever forget the way you chose your words so carefully?I still remember the ..</description>
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			<title>Not On The Same Page</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s likeI'm&amp;nbsp;always listening to AMwhile your radio has been playing FM all afternoonand I always got stage left and stage right confusedwhile&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp;been into theater your whole lifeand I come alive when the moon directs it&amp;rsquo;s hue on the earthwhile you find serenity in the..</description>
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			<title>Matchless Shock.</title>
			<description>Paper-thin skin and bold blue marker veins.&amp;nbsp;Freedom in a mop of curly hair and &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; desire in everyfingertipandcuriosity in every tiptoed step.&amp;nbsp;A whisper for a voice and butterfl..</description>
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			<title>You Are My Home.</title>
			<description>For da boyfriend</description>
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			<title>The Perfect Time for Heartbreak.</title>
			<description>7:00 pmYou asked me all these questions that I have no idea how to answer. I want toexplain everything but I just don&amp;rsquo;t know how to. I&amp;rsquo;m so so sorry.7:20 pmI debated what to say to you for so long that my food went cold.8:30 pmI&amp;rsquo;ve lost my appetite altogether now. I feel so..</description>
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			<title>The Thoughts Inbetween</title>
			<description>Rough draft!!</description>
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			<title>Shattered Reality Cont.</title>
			<description>*****Sorry the formatting is all screwy. I'm not sure what happened.&quot;You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving&quot; -Mayday Parade&quot;Forget your scars, we'll forget mine&quot; -Mayday ParadeIn July you said you had feelings for me. In August you were just so so confused as to ..</description>
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			<title>Shattered Reality</title>
			<description>crushed understanding of a relationship.</description>
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			<title>Flaws in Film</title>
			<description>I have an obsession with flaws.It&amp;rsquo;s strange to see what&amp;nbsp;complete opposite&amp;nbsp;ends of thespectrum&amp;nbsp;we stand relevant&amp;nbsp;to this statement though.I am the auto-tuned movie track&amp;nbsp;You're the acoustic.With myself&amp;nbsp;my obsession with flaws means&amp;nbsp;they&amp;rsquo;re alwa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizabethmariexo/1276626/</link>
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			<title>I think I missed a lesson somewhere</title>
			<description>Rough draft.</description>
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			<title>Playing the role of someone I'm not</title>
			<description>Do I speak moreand let you think less of meorkeep silent?Is it ok tolet parts of me stay hidden;digging; constantly trying to find a way out;quietlykilling me?Is it worth the absence of words to veil the interests I have that are deemed abnorma..</description>
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			<title>I will finally taste life</title>
			<description>I have never been a dreamer. &amp;nbsp;My dreams only reached as far as the ceiling when they floated out as I sleptThe future has always just been a conceptAn inevitable one that I had no ambition to try to mold.&amp;nbsp;That all changed with you.&amp;nbsp;I am Cali..</description>
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			<title>I will conquer</title>
			<description>Boast I wrote for school based on the text Beowulf
Oakie High= a nickname for my school</description>
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			<title>Let the Euphoria Take Me In.</title>
			<description>10-25-13 &lt;3</description>
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			<title>Numb Blur.</title>
			<description>Have you felt it?Who am I kidding, I know you have.At one point or anotheryou experiencedthe feeling of being numb.&amp;nbsp;The feeling of not knowing&amp;nbsp;what to feel anymore..&amp;nbsp;The highs and lows change&amp;nbsp;too fast these days that&amp;nbsp;you can't tell which is which,&amp;nbsp;you're just caught in ..</description>
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			<title>The First Night</title>
			<description>9/13/13 &lt;3</description>
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			<title>Feelings Melted Into a Pillowcase.</title>
			<description>everyone always talks of laying&amp;nbsp;in bed at night.&amp;nbsp;thoughts haunting their heads&amp;nbsp;memories playing in their brainsmade up scenarios&amp;nbsp;dreamsreplaying the daylonging for a companion.&amp;nbsp;my sleep is different.&amp;nbsp;my day is full of such exhaustion&amp;nbsp;that when i crawl up to bed&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizabethmariexo/1257803/</link>
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			<title>Intricate Youth</title>
			<description>&quot;I Am&quot; poem</description>
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			<title>Portable Friend</title>
			<description>This is the iPod that comforts in the darkest of timesand replaces doubt, fear, and loneliness with music notes.Because when one is walking through the trails of life, their portable friend will always be there.Because men and women, young and old, find hope in the golden melodies.When longing for b..</description>
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			<title>The Action of Affection</title>
			<description>I wantto&amp;nbsp;turn&amp;nbsp;yourlife around.&amp;nbsp;I wanttoleavetrails oflittle bits about me on your mind andobservethemseep inside your chest and flowthroughyour core and take refuge&amp;nbsp;lettingyou become my homeI wantto&amp;nbsp;watch&amp;nbsp;themlight up your whole spirit&amp;nbsp;I wantto&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Catch Your Attention</title>
			<description>Take a hint.</description>
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			<title>Across The Country.</title>
			<description>The fact that you'll be gone noon tomorrow is unsettling.&amp;nbsp;It makes my stomach uneasy,&amp;nbsp;and my mind flip,&amp;nbsp;and my head spin,&amp;nbsp;and my heart thud,&amp;nbsp;and my whole body just aches in longing for you to stay.&amp;nbsp;Why why why why whyI think of all the times we've been together&amp;nbsp;and..</description>
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			<title>Hypnotized By A Flickering Flame.</title>
			<description>My eyes are set in a dead blank stare&amp;nbsp;on the flickering flame.&amp;nbsp;It's a mesmerizing strobe light&amp;nbsp;that reaches and licks the air&amp;nbsp;and sweeps up for brief seconds&amp;nbsp;to grab a hold of the dark.&amp;nbsp;It's form hypnotizes me&amp;nbsp;Everything starts to turn hazyAnd the chitchatter&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Notice the Small Things.</title>
			<description>I say to notice the small things&amp;nbsp;but you took me too literally.You start seeing the flaws of people&amp;nbsp;and the grey hairs of life&amp;nbsp;but I notice people's honesty&amp;nbsp;and what a beautiful color grey life is.&amp;nbsp;And you spend the rest of your timelooking for more imperfections in this wor..</description>
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			<title>Much More Complicated.</title>
			<description>A person once told methat humans are much too similar to a clock.At first I thought that they had a pointThe ticking- their heartbeatThe design- their personalitymultiple types and colors and designated locationsAnd their placement shifts their view on the world.After mulling it overI have come to a..</description>
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			<title>Only A Few Syllables.</title>
			<description>Your name is not for you, but me.Your name is the que for my heart&amp;nbsp;to spread the wings cramped inside my chest.Your name is the only few syllables&amp;nbsp;that can turn my cheeks so red&amp;nbsp;and bring back the impish grin on my face&amp;nbsp;that sticks there and won't go away.Your name is for me to s..</description>
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			<title>Giant Knot.</title>
			<description>A&amp;nbsp;giant knot&amp;nbsp;finds itself lurking in my throat-a painful reminder&amp;nbsp;of all the thoughts and words and actions&amp;nbsp;I swallow down.&amp;nbsp;Will others notice..?&amp;nbsp;I hope notbecause I surely&amp;nbsp;am not paying attention to&amp;nbsp;them.&amp;nbsp;My walk is more of a swim&amp;nbsp;trying to breeze b..</description>
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			<title>Believing What We Can't See.</title>
			<description>We recoil from what we can't make sense ofDisbelieve all things invisibleAnd refuse to understand what we find unimaginable.We live off the mindset of &quot;seeing is believing&quot;Then say &quot;I can't believe I just saw that.&quot;Until you've seen everything,&amp;nbsp;never think something is impossible.So unless spea..</description>
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