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			<title>millennials </title>
			<description>Stone exterior, glass frame 
Empty mansion, no foundation 
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			<title>Valentines Day</title>
			<description>Sometimes only words can express how important someone is to you</description>
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			<title>The last call. </title>
			<description>My grandmother died and this was the story that was begging to come out. Rushed through it, no editing, wanted it to be as raw and real as possible. </description>
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			<title>Sideline </title>
			<description>He looked at her with the lust of a lifetime A unrequited love Only wish on his mind was there was more time Another man possessed his muse Although she wasn't happy she appeared to be fine Treading a line between use and abuse She longed for him but wasn't allowed to show Years have passed wasted b..</description>
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			<title>Misplaced</title>
			<description>The simple place a conversation with a stranger and an accidental drop of a key can lead a person. </description>
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