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			<title>Timid Hips</title>
			<description>A villanell about a past love...</description>
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			<title>Start</title>
			<description>This life is like a miracle of firsts...And all it takes to wash away those firsts is a little hot water and 2 dollar shampoo leftovers.I abondoned my sins and started swingin for the Holy Land...I started aimin for a pipe dream of some distant safe haven...I started shootin for that horiz..</description>
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			<title>Momma</title>
			<description>A poem about my childhood and what not.. :P</description>
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			<title>Katie</title>
			<description>For Katie Morris...</description>
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			<title>She just stood</title>
			<description>for my mother</description>
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			<title>Cottonwood Dreams</title>
			<description>a poem to make fun of my ex :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annamaezinn/694092/</link>
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			<title>Hate and Love</title>
			<description>You wanna know why I hate?Go out and see my friend that lies buried beneath the surface of my skin.&amp;nbsp;Ask the ruler of my dark earth where he was when God wouldn&amp;rsquo;t let me touch the hems of his skirt.&amp;nbsp;Anger and hate don&amp;rsquo;t come free. A closed off room and wish wished brie..</description>
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			<title>The Voice of my Possessions</title>
			<description>She was a free spirit,Says the bright green paint and black ink quotes on her wall.She enjoyed natural smells,says the sandalwood incense still smoldering on her desk.She was obsessive,says the perfectly placed perfume bottles in the drawer.She had a temper,cried that dented sheet rock..</description>
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			<title>Struggles of Love</title>
			<description>Comfort my kisses.Console my silk lined lips,That rest with the innocence of a child,On the rigid bones that shape your broad back.&amp;nbsp;Remember my touch.Recollect my gently calloused hands,that hold, with the strength of a lover,the time worn lines that tell of life lived, on your ..</description>
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