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			<title>Craving </title>
			<description>I'm craving you. I know this feeling won't be quenched Till your lips hit mineAnd our bodies intertwine When your heart beat meets the same rhythm of the pounding in my chest Our heat will be astronomical yet desirable I scream give me more I'm craving you. </description>
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			<title>Naked</title>
			<description>Nakedoutstretchedcovered partially by sheet.This is the place we often meet.&amp;nbsp; Talkingrantingthe things he does say.They're lonelypersonaloften its gray.My knowing is growinghe's opening up more.I want him.I need himThis listenings a chore.Undress mecaress mepull me on top.Go faster and fasterpl..</description>
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			<title>Parting</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A light fog is out. Just enough fog to blur the lines of reality. Street lights form starburst patterns as they drive down the road. She's in awe of the glow the dark sky has; behind the most fluffy white pillows of clouds, she sees, not too far off in the distance. He's driving i..</description>
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			<title> The scene</title>
			<description>He's lost his temper again. He's mad and he's after me. It's happening again. He shoves me down into the bar stools. My head gets thrown against the wall. I beg. I plea. Please don't hit me! I'll be good! I won't talk! I didn't mean to, make it stop..It doesn't stop. It never will. I open my..</description>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>Not sure if it's finished. Nor am I sure if it's truly a poem. </description>
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			<title>My Love</title>
			<description>You are my great love storyThe sweetest love letter I could have wished forA poem that sings what's in my heartYou are a painted portrait masterpiece A work of art that leaves me breathless You outshine the first morning rays of the most golden sunrise to have risen You pull me from the ..</description>
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