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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>The crisp fall air tickled at my cheeks as I cautiously walked towards the Starbucks outside patio. I had been having nightmares about this moment for weeks. The closer I got, the more light headed I began to feel. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t tell if I was afraid of the situation I had found myself in, or the ..</description>
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			<title>Under The Willow Tree</title>
			<description>He sat alone, aged from many yearsof turmoil. His face showed his age most of all. The wrinkles so inset, theybecame canyons, the dogged tagged pages of books. He didn&amp;rsquo;t mind ageing, aslong as he didn&amp;rsquo;t think about being alone. His tattoos were his most prizedpossessions. He had ..</description>
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			<title>Street Lover</title>
			<description>A broken heart bleeds memories Of lovers I can count on one hand But, I&amp;rsquo;m still branded a s**tTears that fall like diamonds on lipstick stained ties A shade of red foreign to me, Infidelity No. 2I came to you on the wings of a whisper I gave you an innocence I will neve..</description>
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