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			<title>Five Dollar God</title>
			<description>I seeMoney grinningYou say, Could I say it plainer?I don't needBusinessWith the door open, So don't lock up.eIt's curiousHow cheques don't everLeave a few cents andIt's convenient to take A slip in tens, So keep track of the money;Watch your five dollar pile.Som..</description>
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			<title>First Draft</title>
			<description>I will rewrite this letter a thousand times Until every word is perfect. I will not leave this for you to read Until every phrase conveys How much it isn&amp;rsquo;t your faultAnd how there&amp;rsquo;s nothing more you could have done. I will not leave you this letterUntil I believe in the deepest reaches o..</description>
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			<title>First Kiss</title>
			<description>I open my eyes to thoughts of your lips on my neck andYour hands decorating my skin with glancing touch. I cannot breathe for fear of a three word phrase.The things I want to do with you, to you,I am not ready for.Every heartbeat I feel through the thin layers of your clothesReminds me..</description>
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			<title>Ecstasy</title>
			<description>Never have I felt such attraction;&amp;nbsp;both physical and mental state display signs of&amp;nbsp;fight or flight but god knowsI'm not thinking of either.&amp;nbsp;More.&amp;nbsp;I crave more, desire more,&amp;nbsp;feel more than I've ever felt.&amp;nbsp;My pulse pounds harder than I thoughtI could survive but all I..</description>
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			<title>An Ode to Brown Eyes</title>
			<description>Probably not ACTUALLY an ode, but whatever. </description>
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			<title>Inkwell Heart</title>
			<description>Separating the Writers from those who write</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bloodmidnight71/1501254/</link>
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			<title>Loneliness</title>
			<description>The truth about what we call an emotion.</description>
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			<title>I Am, I Will</title>
			<description>This is a motivational poem, more or less. I wrote it as  method of coping with my anxiety. </description>
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			<title>Trigger Warning</title>
			<description>I wrote this for a Social Studies project, but then added more to the end. </description>
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			<title>Seventeen Broken Ribs</title>
			<description>There isn't really a good way to describe this. It speaks for itself. </description>
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