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			<title>Changes</title>
			<description>It started off as two people,Along came love.As months pass, i ponder,Why do i recreate myself for you?It doesn't matter anymore.Same argument,day after day.You say i need to change.I don't know who i am anymore,only trying to be, who you want me to beWhy do i recreate myslef?</description>
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			<title>Shout out poem</title>
			<description>Here's to the cats cathching the miceHere's to hot pockets when your in a hurryHere's to the happy always finding something to smile about Here's to the ex- addicts who realised whats really important Here's to babies who make the world a better placeHere's to the one's who are strong beli..</description>
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			<title>Sestina</title>
			<description>The scars are forever embedded in the glass of the mirror.Torn pictures, half burned in the photo album.Days i spent with him are stuck in that shirt.Why do i keep that old binder?It feels just like wlaking on broken glass.&amp;nbsp;I only get to see him when i look through the glass.His b..</description>
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