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		<description>The original writings of author Rae Newsome</description>
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			<title>The pretty people say</title>
			<description>Just a nibble, come and stayThe pretty people sayDance and skip, put a little to your lipsSing and twirl, just like a little girlPointed ears and skin that shines,Eyes that swirl with liquid fire. Winter and Night,  Fall and SummerCourts are they, try to make you stray,From a path ..</description>
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			<title>Destruction in my wake</title>
			<description>Rowen is one of the last of her people when an unknown force arrives on earth to exterminate all who live. </description>
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			<title>His little nightmare</title>
			<description>Running. Dirty leaves kick up behind me and mud splashes the back of my ankles. My breath comes out in erratic spurts. My hearts galloping, in tune with the thud of my feet on the ground. I chance a glance over my shoulder, seeing only darkness but knowing he's there. Sure enough, he calls for me...</description>
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			<title>The Bus Station</title>
			<description>You're looking at me from a bench, waiting for the bus to somewhere else.I don't know how much time passes.&amp;nbsp;Memories flash through my head, begging to be seen.&amp;nbsp;He's in an overgrown lawn.&amp;nbsp;Throwing his head back in laughter.He's talking,&amp;nbsp;moving his hands violently through the air t..</description>
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			<title>This Nature</title>
			<description>hanging by a thread, we dance to the light.watching the trees bow down and the birds fly high.we take our last breath and realize how small we are.our last step reaches for forever and our last touch rises above the ocean.sparkling waters as far as the eye can see.the moon waning in and out of sight..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Have you ever just stopped to think about the past?&amp;nbsp;Like maybe I should have laughed a little louder, smiled a bit more.Pushed a little harder.Like maybe this isn't where I was suppose to be.If this had happened instead, or if something just hadn't occured at all.Would it have made a difference..</description>
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			<title>The given words</title>
			<description>The lovely and the lost.Blue ribbon, a ghostly reminder.&amp;nbsp;How it fell to the ground,As it blew through the wind.Terrified, he had gripped it in his hands.&amp;nbsp;Strangling the non-existent life out of it.In a rush, his daughter had gone from &quot;there&quot; to &quot;missing&quot;.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Jacob</title>
			<description>time, sunshine, wind, day, night, spinning, twirling, ecstasy, life, love, happiness, happy, joy</description>
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			<title>No one can see me</title>
			<description>Can't you see?I feel like I'm losing myself.&amp;nbsp;Like I am losing everything that makes me, me.And no matter how hard I try, I can't stop it from draining me dry.&amp;nbsp;What will happen if I can no longer fight?It's getting more and more difficult with each day.The reasons to fight are becoming less..</description>
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			<title>My guilt</title>
			<description>Feeling alone agian.the streetlight coming in through my window.shadows dancing across my wall.darkness falling faster than i can think.fear carresing my cheek.my breath catching in my throat.trying to scream out.but cant even speak.as i lay there i begin to wonder.was it my fault?every time i close..</description>
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			<title>My titles</title>
			<description>I used titles of many books I have read and put them together to make a pooem</description>
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			<title>Haiku Demise</title>
			<description>my first haiku</description>
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			<title>My life</title>
			<description>And I became my own worst enemy. My mind, the b*****d, turned against me. Every thought, every fragment of memory that clouded my vision, destroyed me. Completely and utterly ripped me open from the inside out. Tears became a downpour. That 'itch' became something I just couldn't scratch. No matter ..</description>
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			<title>As Far Beneath Hades As Heaven Is Above Earth</title>
			<description>In your absence, I found despair.My shattered heart stopped beating.It grew cold.Death and decay ran rampant.The sun couldn't offer warmth.Earth stopped spinning.I couldn't remember how to move.I traveled the River Styx.Charon was my guide, pointing out the sights.Torment.Chaos.Destruction.It became..</description>
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