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			<title>My Almost Man </title>
			<description>My Almost ManMy Almost Husband&amp;nbsp;My Almost Partner in Crime&amp;nbsp;My Almost Best Friend&amp;nbsp;Why did you have to go?Did you not love me?&amp;nbsp;Was I not enough?&amp;nbsp;Was I too much?&amp;nbsp;Its too late for us&amp;nbsp;But I will love againSomebody who will be my forever man.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Home </title>
			<description>As I walk into the ten by fifteen foot box that I call home,I smell the familiar cool scent of peppermint,the dry heat of the room intensifying the smell.The air freshener needs to be changed again. Dorm sweet dorm, a home away from home. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Vacation </title>
			<description>I remember the sunset red,walking along the beach,tan sand beneath my feetbut not the specs of blackbirds flying off into the distance,where ships seemed to disappear over the horizon,nor the blue water with white caps &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Sorrows </title>
			<description>I lye here awakehoping to see your face&amp;nbsp;Will your presence grace my dreams,or will you say 'let be'?Until sunriseyour eyes&amp;nbsp;haunt me.I miss my love,come back to me.&amp;nbsp;xoxo&amp;nbsp;</description>
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