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			<description>Just a few words I jotted down that sounded sweet.</description>
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			<title>Past</title>
			<description>Just a little poem I wrote reflecting my emotions at the time.
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			<title>Destiny</title>
			<description>Sometimes I get the feeling I'm lost.My view regarding life and love is almost all but erased by your touch.My emotional fervor is centered aroundthe waves of your spirit, which may be a bit much, but i depends so heavily upon my own trust.That must be why I'm engaged in a constant battle wi..</description>
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