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			<title>One year.</title>
			<description>For my first love. </description>
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			<title>Amnesia</title>
			<description>Not too long ago, I had a friend that fell and got amnesia...which really seems like a movie plot, but I promise it isn't. I had to write a sonnet for my final exam in literature and this was it. </description>
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			<title>Send a little rain my way.</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s3 AM, and it&amp;rsquo;s pouring outside. I am a clich&amp;eacute; in a song, staring out thewindow, intrigued by the thought of the rain being a metaphor for newbeginnings. The threads on my t-shirt are tattered from wearing it so often. Itreaches just above my knees, covering my underwea..</description>
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