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			<title>Does He? </title>
			<description>I love him, yet I don't know himI want to know him, yet does he want to know me?Does he dream about me, as I dream about him?Does he imagine kissing me, as I crave for the taste of his full lips?Does his heart ridiculously beat as loud as the beat of drums, when I am near?Or is it only the sound of ..</description>
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			<title>Happiness</title>
			<description>Everyone speaks of their happinessYet why doesn't their words fill me with the same gleeI feel like an outcast, like a poor homeless man begging for money,&amp;nbsp;yet I am pleading for happiness, the only thing that will stop my pillow from soaking.&amp;nbsp;I stand looking in the mirror and all I see is ..</description>
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			<title>Vanity and Jesse</title>
			<description>With all that wealth could offer, raucousparties were thrown every weekend to hypnotise the human soul from thefoundation of WWI. The most popular parties that occurred roared in Yorkshire,England in the grandest mansion on 22 Point Street. The explicit lawn dec..</description>
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