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			<title>Despicable Deeds</title>
			<description>These despicable deedsHunts me for eternity,Even after losing my dignity,I still follow my leads!&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s an awfully long timeTo hide the truth From my youth Is it really a crime?&amp;nbsp;I wanted to say sorryFor letting you in my life Making you ..</description>
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			<title>An artist's nightmare</title>
			<description>I know the art of poetryYet I struggle to embark on my deepest secrets I know the art of loveYet I struggle to search for a true loveI know the art of friendshipYet I struggle to embrace it I know the art of painYet I struggle to feel it from time to timeI know the ar..</description>
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			<title>&amp;ldquo;Fly free, little butterfly&amp;rdquo;</title>
			<description>The blossomof springWhere shehappily flewDown, up,left and right into the brinkOf thehalf-opened window - oh has she got no clueShe flappedher wingsAs she setsoff into the unknown without a crewShe has notreturned during the eveningNor pastmidnight, nor ev..</description>
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			<title>Implusive</title>
			<description>When we dowent in the woods,Liketeenagers running off into the sunset,Holding eachother&amp;rsquo;s hands,Not caringabout any threats.&amp;nbsp;We sat on anold log,As wediscussed our future like we had a clue,Turing ablind eye to the clock,Even afterthe sky tu..</description>
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