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			<title>There is a girl</title>
			<description>She is.</description>
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			<title>The biggest mistake of my life</title>
			<description>The mistakes we make and regret never seem to go, do they?</description>
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			<title>I miss the touch</title>
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			<title>External Support</title>
			<description>A poem which looks at the fact that any external support is demolish-able whereas the support which comes from within... well that's a different story isn't it? Ha</description>
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