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			<title>The Conversation</title>
			<description>Questionable actions placed forth by demanding insecuritiesFrom a simple gesture that remains unseenHopefulRejuvinatedFor which you had made meNights are long,&amp;nbsp;Days lost, I have never seenWashed away from seasShores cursing upon meTirelessUneasySeemingly drowned with appaling authorityAn evenin..</description>
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			<title>Storms of Spring</title>
			<description>What is stirring within those careless clouds?Only one can imagineThe symphany that sing the song of fearHelp! what else is there to hear?Drowned only by the tailered dropsOf seams of times that we had forgotLovers and haters of all sorts must fearHelp! what else can we hear?</description>
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			<title>Carelessly Addicted </title>
			<description>I fall too easily for the newly fallenThe fallen that had fell the same way I haveDrifting through the streets of life,lost without any hope of finding their way home.I can relate to you, my dearI can see how life must be uneasyHard is nothing that can become easierBut, easy can become harderWe were..</description>
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			<title>Eighteen</title>
			<description>Eighteen is a cancer, beyond a simple numberIt is waste, waste that piles up below until you fall to your deathWasted hopes, wasted dreams, filled with lies that build from your feetLet's moan, lets cry, lets pretend that everything will be fineI hate the thought of this number coming againlooking m..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>A poem about life</description>
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			<title>My Rectangular Window</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote a couple of years back, it has always been one of my favorites. Basically, it was my feelings about my world at that time.</description>
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