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			<title>Flurries</title>
			<description>Thing of beauty,     Effervescing     Soft as snowflakesCold caressing     Carefree wonder           Excitement 'round     Running freelyTightly wound               Pause, pass, fallOn white snow blankets     Stare in wonder          Body anxious     Cold, yet fee..</description>
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			<title>Forget-Me-Knot </title>
			<description>Wrapped around your finger,I'm like a piece of string.You've tied me in a knot, andnow the numbness starts to sting.I'm stuck against your digit, and I'm well worn in the groove.We've left this undecided - both afraid to touch or move.My stomach starts to fidget;raw emotions fl..</description>
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			<title>A Small Red Heart</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was the most enthralling thing she&amp;rsquo;d ever seen. Molly couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but notice the way his hair fell across his forehead or the way he wrinkled his nose when he was thinking.&amp;nbsp; He was trying to describe a boo..</description>
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			<title>Silver Screen</title>
			<description>Shall I pose for you, my dear,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;in stockings and fine lace?No fear is found in modesty,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;or on this naked face.Upon these silken pillows billow&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;waves of golden hair,Mirrored in your sultry eyes,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;reflecting in your stare.Caress..</description>
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