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			<title>It's All Taken By Someone's Perspective</title>
			<description>&quot;He is intoxicated with love...&quot; the words undulated off of his tongue, and the phrase lingered in the air.  
&quot;How is love represented in this line?&quot;</description>
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			<title>Would I be Lying</title>
			<description>Somewhat a haiku, but with four syllables on the last line.</description>
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			<title>I Don't Know</title>
			<description>How to feel..a book written by yours truly.</description>
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			<title>I Think This is a Sin</title>
			<description>What even.  I don't know.</description>
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			<title>Changes.</title>
			<description>There's no real deep meaning or real mood that I'm in right now.  I'm just writing.  xox  I have no poetry expertise.</description>
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			<title>The Great Escape</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s around the month of October and I&amp;rsquo;m sitting in myalgebra class, tapping my pen on my desk as I try to pay attention to what mymath teacher is saying.&amp;nbsp; As Itapped on my desk, I stared off into space, lost in my own little thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Some th..</description>
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			<title>It's Not a Game</title>
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			<title>Root Beer</title>
			<description>Root Beer,Root Beer,Grab me a glass.&amp;nbsp;I love it, I love it,Don't bother to ask.&amp;nbsp;Root Beer,Root Beer,What a wonderful taste.&amp;nbsp;Don't you dareDrop my glass,Or I'll make you clean up that waste!&amp;nbsp;Root Beer,Root Beer,And an&amp;nbsp;ice cream fix!&amp;nbsp;Root Beer, Root Beer,Making people happ..</description>
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			<title>Please, oh please stop it.</title>
			<description>Why do I feel this way?I'm hanging on your every words.I'm not supposed to feel this way, But something convinced me to.&amp;nbsp;I can't help it, You're pretty cool.It's wrong of me to feel this way,Hanging on every word.&amp;nbsp;I see you everyday,These feelings are hard to ignore.Please, oh please,I beg..</description>
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			<title>Replacement</title>
			<description>How can this be?You're nothing but a replacement.I'm supposed to shrug you off,Hate you even.&amp;nbsp; That's what the others do.But there's something about you,Something that keeps me thinking about you.&amp;nbsp;I've tried to convince myself that you weren't him,But lately,It's been hard, I'm wearing a l..</description>
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			<title>If You'd Understand...</title>
			<description>I wish you would understand,But you just see right through me.You're always longing for something,And I know it's not usually me.&amp;nbsp;We're the same,Can't you see?But you're always looking for someoneYou're never looking for me.&amp;nbsp;We're supposed to stick together,We never even talk.Maybe that's ..</description>
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			<title>Nothing More</title>
			<description>Everytime we hugI return home happy.Everytime you say hello,I feel atleast a little bit special.&amp;nbsp;You make a joke,You make me laugh.If I'm sad or hurt,You're quick to ask if anything is wrong.&amp;nbsp;You can tell when I'm happy,You can tell when I'm angry or&amp;nbsp;sad.You can't tell that I like you..</description>
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			<title>Out</title>
			<description>I wish there was something I could do,But I'm never let in.You keep your feelings inside,and I can't ever get in.I wish you would tell me what's wrong,I wish I was the one.But now you're kind of leaving,I wish I could've done more.I never do anything,because I don't know how to help.I try to get in,..</description>
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			<title>Every Moment I Cry</title>
			<description>These past two weeks, I've only wanted to cry,Because as the time ticks, a part of me&amp;nbsp;does die.I don't want to graduate, or for my favorite teacher&amp;nbsp;to leave,and sometimes it does make me grieve.I know we have a year,but as&amp;nbsp;things are still falling apart, I still shed a tear.Cry and cr..</description>
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			<title>Best</title>
			<description>): Sadness -- Poem dedicated to Mr. Bates.</description>
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			<title>Memories, Holding On, Family.</title>
			<description>Dedicated to my FCA family.  &lt;3 I'll hold on.</description>
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			<title>The Climb</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quinn Berry ran out of school, it was finally summer. She stopped on the grass and took out her phone, waiting for her best friend in the other class to come out. They'd planned to go get some ice cream after they let out. Instead of Carly coming out, a boy was the last one ..</description>
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			<title>Move On</title>
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			<title>Grass</title>
			<description>Grass!</description>
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			<title>Moon</title>
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			<title>Giraffe</title>
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			<title>Nature</title>
			<description>(: My sonnet!</description>
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			<title>The First Catch</title>
			<description>Still working on it(:</description>
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			<title>Untitled (for now)</title>
			<description>A kidnapped girl who doesn't remember anything, could it get any worse?  Indeed it can.</description>
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			<title>Piece of my paper</title>
			<description>just a little snippet from my paper.</description>
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			<title>Forgotten Souls</title>
			<description>Flipping through various photographs of missing children, December Addams&amp;nbsp;took a second to glance at her fellow colleage, whom was also flipping through photos.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Any recent cases?&quot; Josh McHenry asked, throwing down photo by photo as he talked.&amp;nbsp; December shook her head and place..</description>
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			<title>Detention</title>
			<description>All I have so far!</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>(: This is what I have so far!</description>
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			<title>Journey to a Planet like Ours</title>
			<description>In a world so high-tech and futuristic, I always wonder why we don't have unique and cool names, but I guess technology is more important to people that their own children's names.&amp;nbsp; Speaking indirectly about my parents, they clearly didn't care too much for me, which is why I longed to leave so..</description>
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			<title>The Same Situation</title>
			<description>We are in the same situation,Don't you see?You have look in front of your nose,&amp;nbsp;to see the girl that cares is me.You're stuck on them both,&amp;nbsp;but you don't have to be.I'm right here,&amp;nbsp;but you don't seem to see.We sail upon the same boat,&amp;nbsp;you don't understand.Don't you see?We're just..</description>
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			<title>iGo to School</title>
			<description>It was unfortunately Monday morning; the day whenMelody didn't want to go to school. She was woken up by her cousin, whoaccidentally let her sleep five minutes after wake up time. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Wake up! Hurry up! You have to eat and go toschool!&quot; Her cousin shook..</description>
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			<title>iMake Videos</title>
			<description>iStand Strong&amp;nbsp;Part 1: iMake Videos&amp;nbsp;&quot;Hey, it's xmelmusicx, or Melody! TodayI will be showing you a tutorial about how to braid your hair. I know somepeople who can't braid, or if you're just learning, this can help you orsomething,&quot; Melody talked into her little ca..</description>
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			<title>iStand Strong</title>
			<description>A short book (: Written by mee!</description>
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			<title>Cinderella</title>
			<description>Cinderella based story.</description>
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			<title>I wonder...</title>
			<description>I wonder if they like being amazing?I suppose they doThey always affect my life.They never leave me.Some people say they aren't.&amp;nbsp;They make me feel special and happy.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>I asked...</title>
			<description>I askedI asked the&amp;nbsp;forest&amp;nbsp;why it was&amp;nbsp;greenAnd it&amp;nbsp;waved&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;whispered words of wisdomI asked the&amp;nbsp;sun&amp;nbsp;why it was&amp;nbsp;a mosaic of warm colorsAnd it&amp;nbsp;shone down on me, as if it were smiling.I asked the&amp;nbsp;flower&amp;nbsp;why&amp;nbsp;it spoke of adventure.And it&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Leaves</title>
			<description>Leaves&amp;nbsp;The leaves fly inThey wither and crumblewith the pressure of their surroundings.They are on the long, cement, sidewalkThe leaves disappear with the wind, blowing away..</description>
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			<title>Elements?? </title>
			<description>I have no idea...This is just where I am right now.  Inspired by Hunger Games.  Lemme know what you think!  </description>
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			<title>Looking for the Princess</title>
			<description>&quot;Yeah, yeah alright then.&quot; Sean said watching as Cami went upstairs. The music began to pick up and people flooded on the dance floor forming lines. &quot;Let's go dance.&quot; Sean said pulling his sister, not really giving her much of a choice.Sean laughed as he jumped up and down and danced back and ..</description>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Well, well, look who cleaned up nicely.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Christian said leaning on the wall next to her. &quot;It's a shame though. That dirt looked  just a tad bit better than the make-up your wearing now.&quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cami rolled her aqua eyes and sighed. &quot;You de..</description>
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			<title>Into the Ball</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sean&amp;nbsp;sauntered across the overly crowded room, over to his sister who he saw sitting with some other ladies. &quot;Her parents are going to kill her,&quot; Sean said, taking a seat next to his sister. &quot;I hope your ready to be princess.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bailey ..</description>
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			<title>Apart</title>
			<description>Ripped into piecesBig and smallTorn and dropped in my handsNothing I can doBut let it hit me in the faceBeing thrown around so many timesSo heartbrokenWhat can I do with myselfNothing I can doThe waters blow inAnd swallow me wholeThe winds swirl around meNothing I can doI'm..</description>
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			<title>Prince Christian</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Christian stood on a balcony overlooking the Southern Kingdom or as most people refered to it, the Winter Kingdom. Even though the sun was out, a chilly wind sent a shiver down Christian's spine causing him to turn and go back indoors where fire was already lit and wai..</description>
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			<title>Cami's Adventure</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cami remembered that the knight was following her within distance. She quickly began to run around, into the shops, out into the alleyways, and finally, as she quickly lost him, she ran out of the Spring Kingdom and out into the area that people had described as terrib..</description>
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			<title>Bailey and Sean</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bailey sat down at the grand dining table, looking around for Princess Cami, her princess cousin. She hadn't come to morning meal which made Bailey worry, and she wasn't at noon meal, which made Bailey worry even more, well yet. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She looked ..</description>
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			<title>Cami's Late Start</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cami woke up on a very&amp;nbsp;late start in her very&amp;nbsp;elegant&amp;nbsp;bedroom in the North Kingdom, also known as Spring Kingdom.&amp;nbsp; You see, the&amp;nbsp;four kingdoms are divided into North, South, East, and West.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or Spring, Winter, Summer, and Autumn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>R for Royalty</title>
			<description>Written by a friend and I(:</description>
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			<title>All You Need</title>
			<description>A friend is great but,A best friend is more awesomeA true friend is bestHaiku by Sheridan E.</description>
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			<title>I don't have a best friend</title>
			<description>I supposily had a best friend, seems we were meant to be.She left me for another,in the dust she left me.I don't have a best friend,though I really wish I did.&amp;nbsp;A best friend I dream of,good qualities she'd have.Compassionate, kind,silly, tough, crazy and fair.She would defend me, as I would her..</description>
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			<title>The California Couple</title>
			<description>The California CoupleWater ran down my slightly sun-burnt cheeks as I ran my fingers through my dripping wet and long chestnut brown hair. My hair quickly became damp and clumped to itself. I wiped the water off my cheeks and I was about to dive under the salty water again when my weirdly cheery m..</description>
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