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			<title>Smiles and Conversation</title>
			<description>It's funny how your heart can lead you to something you never knew you missed.. like easy conversation.The kind of conversation that starts on a whim, is filled with playing catch up,  but fells like it never really fell off..The kind of conversation where chances are taken, are rich with reward, an..</description>
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			<title>The Artist</title>
			<description>In attempt to capture beauty,  an artist drew his brushAnd with careful contemplation,  decided not to rush.He diped it first in yellow,  to represent the pastCarefree happy childhood days, that never seemed to last.&amp;nbsp;He spread it gently at the top, to serve as a bright base,For all of beauty st..</description>
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			<title>Dreamer</title>
			<description>I made love to you last night,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; in scenes of dreams you have no place in.I could literally feel your touch,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; or was that my own hand mocking my desire?I breathed deeply of your scent,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; inhaled every perfect imperfection,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; clai..</description>
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			<title>Writers block</title>
			<description>My nephew committed suicide in January 2013. He was only 21 years old when he lost his faith in love and humanity. Tragically, he never found it again. </description>
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			<title>The REASON..</title>
			<description>With penin hand and thought in mind, I write.I writeto escape you, I write to degrade you; To honoryou, to dishonor you, To bringto light, all that is true.I write.&amp;nbsp;With penin hand and thought in mind, I work.My workis strong, my work is long...</description>
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			<title>To learn of love</title>
			<description>This poem was written on the day my daughter graduated high school.. it is a tribute to all that she will become. Molded from my mothers hand, to my own, and passed to her. </description>
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			<title>Undefined Love, Redefined</title>
			<description>I believe that love, in it's truest most uncomplicated sense, is not an emotion.&amp;nbsp;I repeat, LOVE, in it's stripped down and rarest form, is NOT an emotion..&amp;nbsp;I present to you this:&amp;nbsp;That love is rather, a choice.&amp;nbsp;A choice to care about someone other than yourself, endlessly and with..</description>
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