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			<title>A Villanelle</title>
			<description>I don't think I believe in fate, he saidFrowning as we waltzed across the floorPerhaps it's just coincidence instead?As we danced I wished that I was dead; Dear God above, this man is such a bore!I don't think I believe in fate, he saidIn his arms, my caged heart felt like lead.I don't think I can t..</description>
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			<title>&quot;Beata Beatrix&quot;</title>
			<description>Evening, and the setting sun&amp;rsquo;s golden raysBathe the streets of Florence in a warm glow.Its fire sets her auburn hair ablazeAnd gives the poet&amp;rsquo;s heart a searing blow.Behold the haloed bird, omen of death,That heralds the hour of her demise.The poppy planted brings her final breath,And gri..</description>
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			<title>Swansong</title>
			<description>The evening air is warmer now...The chill breath of Winter fading awayAs the swans overhead return with the Spring.And with their passing, a whisper lingersOn the changing breeze: one swan's song,A last lament before the month of May,When five lost daughters are finally reclaimed...</description>
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			<title>Philosopy Bites</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m having an existential crisis&amp;rdquo;, she said,Lying with her feet dangling in the clear water;Her ebony hair spread out on the grassy bank.&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m starting to identify with Ophelia, it seems;Perhaps I should follow her path?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The words hung in the air..</description>
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