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			<title>What is Love</title>
			<description>this is a poem, currently i am stuck with a situation of deciding who i love more, someone who is far away, or someone who is right here, but a little older.. oh well hopefully all works out &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemonkeyknot/590020/</link>
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			<title>Life of a Mysterious Worker </title>
			<description>Blend the shadows,line the eyes,cover the face of one I despise.Fix yourself,all done up,and don't really give a f**k.Now out on stage you must go,appease the audience,give them a show..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemonkeyknot/571825/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Disaster</title>
			<description>Done really quick.. So it kinda sucks </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bluemonkeyknot/571328/</link>
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			<title>Heartbreak </title>
			<description>You said you would never hurt me?Was this just a lie?I'm standing here with my heart broken.Not a single soul insight.I've walked this road, too many times before.I know where I'm going, down the road of loneliness.You promised me, that you were not like the rest.You told me you loved me, but to thi..</description>
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			<title>Take me away</title>
			<description>this poem is to show how i feel about fake people. i hate people who judge, and for a time, i did... most everybody does. This poem was to be like my new beginning and show what i have left behind me. </description>
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