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			<title>Oxygen</title>
			<description>The best part of kissing</description>
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			<title>An Open Letter</title>
			<description>An Open Letter To My Ex:</description>
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			<title>Battleground</title>
			<description>heavy hearts.</description>
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			<title>Summers</title>
			<description>Personal poem. </description>
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			<description>You read me like a novel No small detail left unnoticed From the distinct curves of my sanity To the dim light of my sheltered soul Examining cover to cover Anticipating at any second the words will rearrange Causing the thought of me you knew to second guess </description>
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			<title>Happy</title>
			<description>You make me happy You fill my heart with flutters And make my cheeks shine bright redYou open my eyes to a new view of everything And fill my body with laughter &amp;nbsp;You make me feel at home with myself Almost as if it's fine to be out of the ordinary And I love it </description>
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			<title>Unrest </title>
			<description>All I see is trouble Nothing will come out of this There's no use in wondering You're just a mess of chaos A lustful thought in my mind A desire that consumes me And I couldn't see it any other way You cause unrest You demolish any hope of safe You linger in the air like smoke Filling my lungs with ..</description>
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