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			<title>I Know</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Green eyes and thatflannel shirtStrong hands thatwould never hurtKind words and agentle touchUntil it all becomestoo much&amp;nbsp;He says &amp;ldquo;I love you&amp;rdquo;again and againYou say he&amp;rsquo;s &amp;ldquo;one ofthe good men&amp;rdquo;But words are futilelit..</description>
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			<title>She Was The Sun</title>
			<description>A story poem that inspired my name</description>
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			<title>No Home</title>
			<description>This place is no homeJust a cage for mysoulI sit inside, aloneWaiting to feel whole&amp;nbsp;There is no comforthereNo peace, no restIt only feeds myfears And fuels my distress&amp;nbsp;A roof, some walls, afloorComparable to aprison cellI come &amp;ldqu..</description>
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			<title>Funeral</title>
			<description>This is a pretty dark poem that I thought up. I promise I'm not suicidal, I was just feeling thoughtful about life and death, and this is where it led. </description>
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			<title>Standing Still</title>
			<description>Standing StillShe had a restlesssort of soulThe kind thatoutgrew each place it called homeBefore she beganto settleShe had a wildsort of soulThe kind that felltired of each adventureBefore it everbeganShe had a fearlesssort of soulThe kind that overcame..</description>
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