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			<title>Chapter2: Reality</title>
			<description>I jumped awake from my sleep my hair damp and sticking to that nape of my neck. I feel down </description>
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			<title>Charpter1: Nightmare or Dream?</title>
			<description>He keeps me up&amp;nbsp; at night with talk of love and hate. Lust in&amp;nbsp; his eyes, sin on his lips, and heat in his heart. Who is this man and why&amp;nbsp; am I &amp;nbsp;so taken with him. His icy blue eyes look down into&amp;nbsp; my face, his fingers trace the lines of my chest. I try to&amp;nbsp; speak but my m..</description>
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			<title>My Past Life</title>
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			<title>The Pulse</title>
			<description>My thoughts grow like a pulse every idea spikes in depth. Every word set my heart in motion and make it more sound. The regularity of beat tells a story of emotions that are still unknown to us and even to itself. It moves like flow thought the blood stream. It live in the heart and mourns itself in..</description>
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			<title>so close</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;he keeps me up at night. with talk of love and hate. darkness in his&amp;nbsp;eyes, heat in his heart, and lust on his lips.his hand brushes my chest and as he speaks&amp;nbsp; my month can't bear to&amp;nbsp; fathom wordsI want him to &amp;nbsp; kiss me, to give me more that a touch. I want him to&amp;nbsp;read ..</description>
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			<title>Poetry</title>
			<description>Poetry is like opening my mind for the first time. Which is like a tree sprouting&amp;nbsp; from it's seed.Shifting it form into a stem.Flowering its' leaves and growing its hard outer shell. Until it finally stands tall towering over most things in a state of mind all its own.</description>
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			<title> Nothing</title>
			<description>Day turn into&amp;nbsp; night and night become more treacherous riddled with the sound of me dying with a broke heart. They say sane is in the mind my sane live in very heart. I feel lost in realm of complete in creation. Were&amp;nbsp; there is nothing and I am nothing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>What You Can't Have</title>
			<description>He knew what he wanted and I knew what he couldn't have &amp;nbsp;long ago&amp;nbsp; we wanted each&amp;nbsp; and after moments of just wanting and not having we grew apartwords were never said, reasons for what happened between us were never made, and I never was at peace. So in the end we knew&amp;nbsp;what &amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Runnig in the Dark</title>
			<description>After a tragic accident, bad break, and ruined friendship. La' Nia Janes must learn to  cope with being blind and in doing so she falls in love with a artist/collegestudent/musician named Conner Hayez</description>
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			<title>Clarity Fox</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Have you ever wished you could go back in time to stop a mistakeform changing your life?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I do.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;When I was little my parents died and left myin the custardy of my Aunt Jennifer and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Uncle Liam the two coolest people I have ever had the pleas..</description>
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