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			<title>Follow Me</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Take my hand, let broken promises lead the way.&amp;rdquo;Each lie cleverly disguised as a finger.How could a lie possibly hold me so lovingly?It did.Your eyes, they were so comforting.They sparkled with hope and with love.Or was that not a sparkle?Was it a spark?An idea grew, and you already kne..</description>
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			<title>The Limit</title>
			<description>Short poem, first one I've written. I enjoyed the feeling of it and thought I'd share. A pretty straight foward poem.</description>
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