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			<title>Campus in Autumn</title>
			<description>Out of a stuffy classroom into second hand smoke.Brick, brick, and more brick.Flick, flick, flick of lightersCigarette butts proliferate,in the sidewalk cracks.Rather than a quiet breeze,gossip combines withbanging construction.A dirty pigeon flies by.The looming student center..</description>
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			<description>I have come to know love is fleetingJust a breath after an amorous greetingWith the blink of my lustful eyeMoments between hello and goodbyeAre bodies indulged to deep pink blushHarried and horny in a violent rushSatiated to a place of dissatisfaction Concupiscent overstated attraction</description>
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			<title>Contemplation of Ruination</title>
			<description>You tell me you love me,It&amp;rsquo;s hard to believe.I have done something awful, But you do not leave.&amp;nbsp;I have given you the truth, About that thing I have done.You still come to be with me,Instead of run.&amp;nbsp;I can&amp;rsquo;t look at you,You don&amp;rsquo;t look at me the same...</description>
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			<title>Ode To Stephen</title>
			<description>I am thinking againNot mundane musingsBut ideas only you can inspire; poetryI feel enchantmentIt&amp;rsquo;s what I felt for you before; yearningBut then we were walking on a faultEarth trembled viciouslySwallowed me into blacknessYou were goneThe dead has come alive againYou stood a..</description>
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