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			<title>Black heart </title>
			<description>My heart was once made of glassWell mannered and petite, I was a lady of classSo kind hearted I wore my heart on my sleaveAnd every one I gave it to turned and leaveOne good hit was all it took to scatter And that good hit also broke it's platter The pieces I took and tried to glue tog..</description>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>I will not describe this poem, it is whatever the reader see it as.</description>
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