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			<title>Me</title>
			<description>Me&amp;nbsp;What&amp;rsquo;sinside me is invisible to most, even in clear view,Firstimpressions do not match my caring nature. I set mymind to those who need help,From asimple act of courtesy, to defending unjustness.Race,status and appearance are insignificant, respect..</description>
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			<title>My Endowment</title>
			<description>MyEndowment&amp;nbsp;In themirror window of the lake I see a reflection,A gentlerversion of me, looking straight into those irrational eyes,That onlylook for the good in everyone.I lookinside the soul and realize there is enough courage,To walkaway from a treasure..</description>
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			<title>My Portal</title>
			<description>This is what freedom feels like for me...</description>
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			<title>Vice</title>
			<description>Vice Shaking I smelled it, theintent air down the sidewalk, I watched his face lookingmore enthusiastic after every moment, Get away from the drug, itsall up to him now, I watched silently as sorrowtook over him, He turned back to hisweakness without noticeable effo..</description>
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			<title>Pieces</title>
			<description>A poem from the perspective of different narrators and their views on tragedy</description>
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			<title>Love Poem 137</title>
			<description>When love is lost...</description>
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			<title>Lines of Conversation</title>
			<description>Lines of Conversation&amp;nbsp;The morbid silence crawls through, As I see those distant cold eyes,The eyes that left in a heartbeat,With empty explanations and emotionlessdisgrace,Near or far,The barrier of unspoken words,Linger between us,And instantly draws furth..</description>
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			<title>Between Silences</title>
			<description>Just some things I wonder about sometimes :P</description>
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