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		<description>The original writings of author Minerva </description>
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			<title>Maidenhood</title>
			<description>A take on the path to becoming a women </description>
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			<title>Casual Affair</title>
			<description>I crave every bit of youEveryone sees itI think they are actually sickened They don&amp;rsquo;t understand&amp;nbsp;I crave you, need you whenever I canThey say you&amp;rsquo;ll be the death of me, trueAnd still I consume you any chance I getI need you&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m noth..</description>
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			<title>I Need a Hero</title>
			<description>You're there I know itI&amp;rsquo;m stillBreath slow, almost silentKnowing the damage has been done&amp;nbsp;Help me.This is all I think as my vision darkensI screamed out for helpIt was silly of me to think this time someone would comeSave me.But it is too lateBy the tim..</description>
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			<title>Colors</title>
			<description>I am soft, fluffy and smoothAs pure as a newborns cryI am White.&amp;nbsp;I am burning, hot as the sunFilled with passion, filled with angerI am Red.&amp;nbsp;I am chilled, hard and coldForever sad and numbI am Blue.&amp;nbsp;I am happy, shining brightlyJoy is..</description>
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			<title>Firey Pleasure</title>
			<description>Words helped me heal when I was young.</description>
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			<title>Childish Games</title>
			<description>This poem was written for my younger brother when I was in high school. His innocence still inspires me to this bad.</description>
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			<title>Twisted Prayer</title>
			<description>Now I lay&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;down&amp;nbsp;to sleep.&amp;nbsp;I wait for the&amp;nbsp;demons&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;come and creep.From out of the&amp;nbsp;closet&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;under the bed.&amp;nbsp;Coming from the dark&amp;nbsp;corners&amp;nbsp;of my head.&amp;nbsp;Their bloody&amp;nbsp;fangs&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;ripping claws,&amp;nbsp;they lay me&amp;nbsp;open..</description>
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