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			<title>Cage</title>
			<description>They told us that being bound was being freeThey locked us up and threw away the keyThey made us feel inferior&amp;nbsp;For our imperfect exteriorThey said we couldn't succeedUnless we unquestioningly followed their leadSome gave in at the startOthers took years to completely fall apartBut in the endWe ..</description>
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			<title>My Father</title>
			<description>A depressing actuality of my life.</description>
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			<title>My Baby</title>
			<description>For a contest I'm currently participating in.</description>
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			<title>Stage Fright</title>
			<description>A poem for a contest I'm currently participating in.</description>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>This is a poem for a contest I am participating in.</description>
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			<title>The Night They Came</title>
			<description>	As you near the closed door, the sound of water becomes increasingly loud. Inside stands a girl. She runs her hands through her hair as the water from the shower cascades onto her worn body. She turns off the water, steps out and glances at the broken mirror. She no longer recognizes the person sta..</description>
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