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			<title>Swim</title>
			<description>Writing between the lines the words that only you can seeIt is too hard to be revealing, there is too much at stakeI hear you whisper then I feel you walk away Maybe you where never here at all Is it possible this is all in my head?Are the words I hold so close to my heart meant to fall ..</description>
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			<title>Linger</title>
			<description>You trace the linesToo close a step In age and time, but never yet For you, to me You go, I stay Bury you beneath the grave The aching heart, The guilty soul, I know not now my own controlBut you know, I knowInsignificance now It drifts with you between the cloudsNot ..</description>
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			<title>A Stud. </title>
			<description>You suit me just fine like my favorite pair of earrings sparkling beneath the strands as I dance close against you  My scent radiates vanilla and light orchids singing a song softer than my breathe  in a voice that send chills further down your spine Hands in a familiar place the place that makes me..</description>
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			<title>the affair. </title>
			<description>After years of silence,  you remind me how it feels to speak.  To speak and be heard,  to speak and be understood.  Thoughts transposed into Words that mean more than courtesies.  Time wasted in silence,  A fear of being misunderstood.  Of losing what was never mine.  It's an apologetic truth,  A he..</description>
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