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			<title>Unfinished</title>
			<description>I have lain in the tall grass in the sunWith warmth of love within me, drunkWith dreams and promise, as if theStar itself drew the smileUpon my face.I have slipped contentedly into slumberInto visions of ever languid kisses whileDragonflies land on my eyelids,Their wings glistening i..</description>
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			<title>Promise</title>
			<description>What is a promiseWhen easily broken butA lie in disguise?</description>
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			<title>Broken Promises</title>
			<description>I told you, &amp;ldquo;Never sayforever, never, always.&amp;rdquo;Broken promises&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<title>Snippet </title>
			<description>Work in progress</description>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>Written after a bad break-up when I was younger.</description>
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			<title>Low Tide</title>
			<description>Written a few years ago.</description>
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			<title>Determination [Working Title]</title>
			<description>Quiet in my convictions, I have compromised.My limitations can't be rationalized, insteadI choose reflection in hopes of being a personI can admire in my own mind.I've never claimed perfection, I could list myFears and insecurities in ink sprawled Chicken scratch upon a napkin,But it wouldn't change..</description>
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