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			<title>Love poem.</title>
			<description>When you do meJustice.I just want to come,To your sweet embrace.You make me grow,As a person.When you open your mouth,And say I love you.Ohh, how I love you when you blow me, Some kisses.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Sestina</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I stand here by this podium.I feel like nothing but a target.I hope that man only sees half of me, the man with the eye-patch.I Hope no one is here from my neighborhood.I hate this.It&amp;rsquo;s twisted.&amp;nbsp;Everything starts to turn twisted.The podium.The stage.I feel like..</description>
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