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			<title>Shedding </title>
			<description>Darling don't you weep for meDon't weep for the husk you seeWhen I shed this skin I can become whole againYour affection is well receivedAlthough it is not welcome in this kingdom of the heartlessWhen I shed this skin I can become warm againDarkest eyes of the coldest color are ever so invitingInvit..</description>
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			<title>Ladybug of June</title>
			<description>Hang me out to dryIt's only a matter of momentsIt's only a matter of concernWe change more frequently than the moon changes phaseAlways struggling to keep upTo hold on just a bit more tightlyI am larger and I am strongerFaster and maybe even smarterBut you darling know that you keep all of the power..</description>
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			<title>The Giving, the Taking</title>
			<description>A poem about a river and plant life </description>
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			<title>If You Are the Armor, I Am the Shield</title>
			<description>for no one</description>
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			<title>Pretenders Pulse</title>
			<description>someone I knew</description>
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			<title>Sunday</title>
			<description>warm glows on a bedroom windowsore muscles in a sleepy dazewiping away rest from my eyesI brace for monotony&amp;nbsp;I change but Sundays don'tthe look in my eyes is shallowpasser-bys taking turns swinging open the chapel doorschildren haphazardly dancing in the streetsI walk opposite to them with the ..</description>
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