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			<title>The Temptaion Chapter two</title>
			<description>Some men ask for it but some men find themselves in it.</description>
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			<title>I would rather</title>
			<description>The kind of love that doesn't allow any room for disappointment </description>
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			<title>The Temptaion</title>
			<description>Sometimes men get themselves in it, sometimes they just see themselves in it.</description>
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			<title> Invisible bed</title>
			<description>The warmth of your hands whenever you touch me.From the top of my skin down to my veins.Soothing whatever feels like pain.Each day relying on your arms I remain.Once you touch me if feels like you can do it again.So that heavenly feeling my heart can gain.To be next to you as much as I c..</description>
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