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			<title>The Night I'll Never Forget</title>
			<description>She was hot, god was she hotLike the-core-of-a-smoldering-white-dwarf-star-hotThe second I laid eyes on her, I knew she had to be mineThis kind of attraction was once in a lifetime, there was no way I was leaving without herLuckily, she felt the same way~The drive to my apartment was quiet excluding..</description>
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			<description>Of all the souls in the universe, yours is entangled with mineThe affection I have for you is nonpareil to anything I have ever knownMy heart has submitted fully to yoursIt's foriegnAndI love itBreath out your smoke so that I may breath it inI could float in this cosmic constituent foreverI never wa..</description>
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			<description>But are we not all of one love?Do we not all breathe in life?Do we not all experience our souls entangling with our beloved?If you could trade your walls for open doors,Your ammunition for grain,If you could give up your wealth for starving mouths,Wouldn't you?Would you open your heart?Would you put..</description>
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			<title>Terre M&amp;egrave;re</title>
			<description>You say you love her...But you treat her like she's expendableYou let her skin turn from a rich penny to a dusty, withering pewterHer eyes that once were a fierce swirl of sapphire and emerald have lost their glow, enshrouded in dark cloudsThe fire in her heart grows, not from love, but from an over..</description>
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