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			<title>Sentence Mimicry</title>
			<description>Sentence Mimicry&amp;nbsp;The intense feeling was there, and the hard shadows floating and the tiny voice barely talking.She felt every little touch of the soft hand, the relaxing night of red wine, the feeling of love, the temptations, and the small amounts of time.The night was dark, the stree..</description>
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			<title>This Night</title>
			<description>This NightDon&amp;rsquo;t leave me on this nightNot one part of you is sleazyYou make the night bright.&amp;nbsp;The moments are always rightTalking about you is so easy&amp;nbsp;Don&amp;rsquo;t leave me on this night.&amp;nbsp;Holding your finger so tightSome may think you&amp;rsquo;re cheesyYou make..</description>
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			<title>I Am From</title>
			<description>I Am FromI am from the wooden gold chime grandfather clockFrom spoon collections and diamondsI am from the blue wooden houseComfortable, sensitive, and lovingI am from a lilyThe cherry tree who&amp;rsquo;s juicy taste that I remember.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m from traveling and happinessFrom Mon..</description>
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			<title>His Hands</title>
			<description>His HandsHis hands have always been open.His hands are so warm. His hands get firm when there is disappointment.The roughness of his hands shows the hard work.Inside that leather, his heart pours out with love.The broken heart that he has coped with. All the lies he has dealt with.He..</description>
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			<title>You Dont Fool Me</title>
			<description>You can&amp;rsquo;t fool MeDon&amp;rsquo;t fool me with all those liesI know it&amp;rsquo;s because they were so selfishTowards you. Playing games, manipulating, and cheatingIn your head, all you&amp;rsquo;re thinking about is moneySpending every minute of the day workingTo satisfy you&amp;nbsp;We want ..</description>
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			<title>Con Cada Respiracion</title>
			<description>Con Cada Respiracion&amp;nbsp;Me haces volar a un lugar llamado paraiso.La sensacion de sus dedos tocando mi cuerpo es tan intensa. Me sonrojo cuando alguien habla de ti.&amp;nbsp;Su Hermosa en mis ojos.Perfecto.El roce de tus labios son tan suaves.&amp;nbsp;Sus ojos brillan bajo las estrell..</description>
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			<title>Your World </title>
			<description>Your WorldYour body tells a story.I&amp;rsquo;m so excited to be the first one to read it.It shows me a whole new world of power, temptation, and pleasure.Running through every curve finding every flaw that shows the perfection.Every wound, I can heal.Kissing the dimples below your lip.Oh,..</description>
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