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			<title>Dinner with a Werewolf</title>
			<description>I'm getting excited for Halloween, so I thought I'd try a poem with a horror theme. Why not?</description>
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			<title>Did I Ever Love You?</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s never a daythat I don&amp;rsquo;t think of you.I don&amp;rsquo;t know how to saythat there&amp;rsquo;s never been a daythat I don&amp;rsquo;t think of you.I&amp;rsquo;m uncertain just like then.I don&amp;rsquo;t know how to feel love,that flutter in your chest like a dove.I can&amp;rsquo;t recall how I felt back ..</description>
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			<title>My Mind is Louder Than I'll Ever Be</title>
			<description>I live in my head.I&amp;rsquo;m a caged bird that only sings for itself,for the world never hears my songs.My voice catches in my throat.I choke on words.I won&amp;rsquo;t ever speak for myself,for I drown myself in thoughtLike dancing in the black of night,or shouting into the void of space.I don&amp;rsquo;t w..</description>
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			<title>Not the Bluebird of Happiness</title>
			<description>It came with fluttering wings,Descending and ascendingFaltering but unshakeable.The wings were blue,Deep and dark,Delicate and unreachable.The way it quivered and trembled,I thought and hoped,It would fall away forever.Still, I could not denyThe beauty and serenity,The silence and the familiarity.It..</description>
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			<title>A Day of Rest is Not so bad</title>
			<description>If you truly love yourself, do not repress yourself. If you arrest your own heart&amp;rsquo;s beating with chains and locks, ropes and straightjackets, how will you know its intents? On a somber day in January, when gray sleet cascades on your windows, when a sadness settles over you, do..</description>
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