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			<title>Sacrifice</title>
			<description>Would you sacrifice your love for her, just to see her happy?</description>
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			<title>I love to see you in love </title>
			<description>Your voice was out of breadth, your cheeks were flushed red;Stammering for words you rushed up to me.I could feel that you were lovestruck;I could see cupid working his magic upon you.Sensing your anxiety I calmed you down,'Relax, girl. Tell me everything', i said.'I am in love', you rep..</description>
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			<title>Passionate obsession </title>
			<description>I have felt the doors of captivity;l have changed my fate for you; This obsession of mine, this passion of mine; took me to the nether;whilst being a mere curse from you, O apollyon. Is there no way out?Is there no way to stop this? Or have i chosen this,?Have i always longed for this insani..</description>
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			<description>This poem is about the obsession, its about why we always carve for what we can't have or is harmful for us.Its like you know you are wrong but it feels good.</description>
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			<description>This poem is about the obsession, its about why we always carve for what we can't have or is harmful for us.Its like you know you are wrong but it feels good.</description>
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