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			<title>Betrayed by love, calmed by death</title>
			<description>The first time I saw one of your tears, I forget all your lies and kill all my fears.&amp;nbsp;Not even when death stole me my father,You didn&amp;acute;t stay to make me fight harder.</description>
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			<title>Ode to Moles</title>
			<description>- My love, what happened, you are not like before. *Yes, but you weren&amp;acute;t here before. *You f*****g love the sun, I love watching the rain. Formy likes, your blue sky need some clouds. *Devouring with devotion every singleof your moles.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Reading is sexy</title>
			<description>To that girl at the Metro</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheKidoftheTypee/1637197/</link>
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			<title>&quot;I love to see your a*s walking through my corridor&quot;</title>
			<description>To what made me lost myself, to what made me meet the pain.</description>
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