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			<title>Drink My Blood</title>
			<description>It's about desperation.
Desperation for love or blood....</description>
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			<title>Here I GO...</title>
			<description>open for interpretation</description>
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			<title>Never Too Late</title>
			<description>The title says it all.</description>
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			<title>The Nights</title>
			<description>This poem is about how Night is the time when a person reflects back on his/her true feelings in seclusion or in the company of someone. The feelings and thoughts that one is trying to forget maybe. </description>
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