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			<title>Happy Place</title>
			<description>i close my eyes and visualizemy happy placeits a space in my mind where im comfortable..and safe..and well.. happy..im in this bedroom, right?a queen sized, pillow top mattress...not too big..800 thread count sheets..black..down comforter.. feather body pillows...i feel like im..</description>
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			<title>Absence</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s crazy howabsence can clarify certain things.For some, theirabsence just solidifies the fact that I want that absence to be permanent. But with others,With him,The absence onlymakes me crave his presence that much more. The absence ofhis presence next to min..</description>
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			<title>The Ghosts of His Girlfriends Past</title>
			<description>The ghosts of hisgirlfriends past haunt me.They toy with meby staying dormant until the moment he starts to believe in me&amp;hellip;Then they POUNCE!Throwing blows ofdoubt into his mind. Changing hisvision to where he no longer sees MY face when he looks at me,He sees th..</description>
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			<title>Begining Again... Again</title>
			<description>Your hand finds mineAnd our fingers intertwineIn a ballet of affectionShown through their connection&amp;nbsp;Your lips meet my lipsIn an electrifying kissThat chills down my spineIn a vibrating love line&amp;nbsp;Your chest touches my chestAnd my whole self c..</description>
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			<title>He Came Home</title>
			<description>He has always said there are some things he justHAD to do.He HAD to leave four children,with their two mothers,to go fight for Kuwait in Desert Storm.Putting himself in the middle of a war that wasn't ours to begin with.Saving lives and taking them in the same breath.Months of absence.Months of le..</description>
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			<title>Happiness</title>
			<description>So i know this ain't right. I know this is crazy.Wrong.Unbalanced.Mad even.But i don't care.I shouldn't want you like this.I shouldn't need you.Yearn for you.Hunger.Crave even.But i don't care.I don't care because one look at your faceErases responsibility and obligation from my thoughtsand replac..</description>
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			<title>Our Fire</title>
			<description>Here in an instant.Gone in the next.How can a flame burn like an inferno,Then die down to a flicker?All it needs is one good spark to ignite it again but instead,You keep trying to blow it out.I turn myself into a wall,Blocking your blows.Trying to keep my little flicker alive For as long as I can.F..</description>
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			<title>The Ship</title>
			<description>Why is it as soon as I give into goodbye,His wave crashes back onto my shore?He's been trying to drift away for daysAnd I've kept him tethered to me...He kept pulling harder and harder so finally,Sadly,I cut the rope...Then, as I prepared for his departure,I watched as he sailed right back to me.As ..</description>
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			<title>The Chase</title>
			<description>The game of &quot;Cat &amp;amp; Mouse&quot; continues. I caught him once, but i couldn't hold onto him and he got away. He's still close by though, i can feel him.. Right next to me when i sleep but when i open my eyes, i'm alone in bed. Right behind me, kissing my neck... but when i turn around? Nothing...</description>
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