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			<title>The Protector</title>
			<description>About someone who has a huge impact on who I am</description>
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			<title>Turning Out</title>
			<description>At one I looked at the camera and smiledMy blue eyes lit up the entire roomAnd my father held me on his shouldersI played with his hair in my chubby closed fisted hands.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;At two I looked at the world with wonderAnd began to speak, my words still puzzling.Incoherency and proper diction wer..</description>
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			<title>Beach Sand</title>
			<description>Inspired by my best friend</description>
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			<title>If You</title>
			<description>Nostalgia</description>
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			<title>Vanilla</title>
			<description>You smell of vanilla if I recall.An elegant, sweet fragrance, basked in ease.But nothing about you is that simple;You&amp;rsquo;re explosive as cinnamon, As strong as the coffee brewing on the counter behind me,With a hint of citrus, your added mystery. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then why, dear, do you mask your..</description>
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			<title>Goodbye Dear</title>
			<description>Hello dear friend,I am writing to you tonight rather than speakingBecause goodbyes are too hard,And I know you&amp;rsquo;re already gone. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When you leave I&amp;rsquo;ll be crying on the bathroom floor,11:00 PM with the lights dimmed low,Salty tears mixing with lukewarm faucet water,Creating..</description>
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			<title>As You Became Real</title>
			<description>Summer&amp;rsquo;s hand had its grip on my back.the foreign Virginian heat made my skin blisterand bake until I was drenched in a greasy sweat. &amp;nbsp;My leg tapping on the cement patio,my fingers playing a symphony on the armrest of my chair,as I tried to hide behind sunglasses while watching youand wor..</description>
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			<title>First Girl</title>
			<description>Young innocent crushes.</description>
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