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			<title>Character maps</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Mask&amp;nbsp; My characters mask is that she is shy, and seems like the perfect daughter. People often believe that she does everything that her mom wants her to do &amp;#2013266048;&quot; studying, getting good grades, follows all rules, does nothing dangerous&amp;hellip; This might have been how she was..</description>
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			<title>Grey Bird</title>
			<description>Grey BirdNot even a small grey birdchirping in a lonely treeis there on the othersidehow empty would that be ?Not even a small grey birdand never a healthy treebut even on the most beautiful day of summerhave I wanted to be free</description>
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			<title>I am </title>
			<description>I amI am from the Dalahorse and the small Eiffeltower on the deskfrom the cheeseslicer and my dad&amp;rsquo;s Calvados collectionI am from the small red cottage and the white apartment with ginormous windowsI am from the calm countryside, but also from the rushed city lifethe huge maple tree next to my ..</description>
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			<title>Sestina - Rainbows</title>
			<description>Sustina &amp;#2013266048;&quot; RainbowsI&amp;rsquo;ve always wondered. Does magicReally exist? Is there a treasure where the rainbowEnds? Does fairies play in the moonlightAnd are horses disguised unicorns?What if everything smelled strawberry?Then my childhood dreamsWould have come true. But dreamsAre just dre..</description>
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