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			<title>a twist </title>
			<description>When you find out he likes your sister </description>
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			<title>The same moon </title>
			<description>We used to look up at the moon togetherLike it would solve all our problemsBut then you leftAnd now I'm here looking up at the moon All aloneWith no one to hold </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/margaritamiranda/1510022/</link>
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			<title>Mr. Poupular </title>
			<description>Are you thinking of me as much as I am thinking of you ?
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			<title>First Encounter</title>
			<description>It was one of those days were the sky was gray and you couldn't help but feel gloomy. Those days were all you wanted to do was stay in and see the notebook on repeat. My older and only sister, Nevaeh, had other plans. She was getting ready for a night out with her best friend from birth, Alice, and ..</description>
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			<title>The Love He Gave Me</title>
			<description>Charlotte didn't know much about relationships but she knew she wanted a love that is worth fighting for. 

Teagan didn't believe in love. When he met Charlotte he knew she was the one. </description>
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			<title>Angels </title>
			<description>The way I'm described and the I see myself</description>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>He got me. He made me feel like I was his one and only.He loved music  Told me he loved me too.Was he somethingHad these ambitionsKnew exactly where he wanted to go. Told me to hold onIt was going to be a good show He was there for me When I felt all aloneNow I am aloneAnd he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/margaritamiranda/1434339/</link>
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			<title>The Lost and Not Found</title>
			<description>Copping with our lost</description>
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