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			<title>Obeisance.</title>
			<description>It's never the final bow.</description>
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			<title>Breathe little girl - breathe free.</title>
			<description>Oh, what a glorious time it had been.</description>
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			<title>Rush</title>
			<description>Hands grasping your shirt so tight,Nails digging into skin with all their might -Clothes ripped and thrown far from sight,Heavy breathing and cursing only proof of night.Body's being pushed so hard against the wall,Fingers clasped onto shoulders preventing a fall -Legs wrapped around hips that are o..</description>
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			<title>home is not where the heart is</title>
			<description>We lay tangled under warm white sheetsMy face buried deep in the crook of her neckHer crimson lips titled into a slight simperAs she pinned me down with her legsWet kisses traced my shuddering bodyMy limp frame at her command as alwaysAlarmed by the clangorous booming of the clockShe hurried frantic..</description>
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			<title>hauntingly broken , she plays music.</title>
			<description>The cold air greets melike an old friend, chilling me to my very core. My skin prickles as theforeign gusts settle deep into it. I put on your sweater that hangs by thebedpost - I wrap the blanket tighter around me and it instantly reminds me ofyour warmth. I miss it -&amp;nbsp;I miss you. I rem..</description>
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