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			<title>a different direction</title>
			<description>Just something I went through last night</description>
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			<title>starbucks stranger</title>
			<description>She looks down at her quarter drank Starbucks cup -With the green straw.And she can't help but wonder,If it was really worth it. </description>
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			<title>My Universe</title>
			<description>She has wrapped her soul around the universe, that I call my ownShe is in the very air I breathe.When I look up at the stars at nightShe makes them burnAnd soar across the vast skiesAs I lay on this grassy hill.She is always with me.How could I ever ask for more?</description>
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			<description>My eyes are closedI see you.I draw you closeMy hands run your sidesI can smell your skinI can feel your hair Against my face. You press your lips on mineI've never been so happy.My eyes are open now. I can't see you, anymore. I'm alone.I can't feel youI can't smell you...</description>
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