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			<title>In A Son</title>
			<description>poem I wrote about Kurt Cobain</description>
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			<title>First Love's Last Kiss</title>
			<description>November stoodthere, and after a few seconds took a step forward when she saw December; hebeckoned her forward. Her pace was steady as she made her way forward to meethim, and hugged him when she did. They came inside and sat down on a sofa inhis living room. Together they made casual conver..</description>
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			<title>Beautiful Dagger </title>
			<description>Oh beautiful daggerThat pierces my heart.Why do you love to watch me bleed?&amp;nbsp;Do you love the way my blood tastesDo you love the way it flows?Do you love the look on my face, when you break my skin?&amp;nbsp;Can you see my face?Do you watch the blood?Do you lov..</description>
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