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			<title>Shakespeare, Move Over</title>
			<description>i found this poem which i had written in the 7th grade several years ago</description>
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			<title>A Life With You</title>
			<description>a poem i wrote a very long time ago and just recently found</description>
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			<title>From The Heart Of A B***h</title>
			<description>...</description>
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			<title>I Will Prove My Love For You</title>
			<description>I would do anything for love.... </description>
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			<title>A Real Lady</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here I am, stitches and all In your hands Don't let me fallMy sad blue-green buttonslook into your eyesI'm worn from the gluttons and their former liesI'm tattered and tornwith thick,matted, red hairmy button eyes look forlornas I blankly stareI have rips ..</description>
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			<title>Broken With A Smile</title>
			<description>Let it go.Emotions flow.Im Sitting here.Life is going too slow.The world, it passes with silent greysand i watch as my mind blurrs the days.Broken Hearts.They seem so real.How do i even know they feel? Pain. It flows like blood from a wound.Like a wolf howling to the moon.Look into those mysterious ..</description>
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			<title>Eye Of The Storm</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;silent, floating above the groundi say nothing, i make no soundchoas around me is the scenewhat does this all really mean? Hazy thoughts fill my headi cannot discern live from deada cool wind blows as the sea flows and everything goes everything goes.traped in the peramiters of peace..</description>
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			<title>Her Peacock Dance</title>
			<description>a metaphor for some things in my life lately</description>
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