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			<title>I lost her</title>
			<description>This was written for a loved one that I consider my daughter. </description>
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			<title>Following love </title>
			<description>For so long I have layed in bed by myself with only a puppy. Last night while I sat and messaged Heather it was the first time in many nights I sat lonely, scarred, and missing someone next to me. For so long I did not think about the touch of another. Not even a touch of a sexual need, or desire. I..</description>
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			<title>Me</title>
			<description>Wrote this for a tattoo </description>
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			<title>My pleasures </title>
			<description>Thought of random</description>
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			<title>My Heather</title>
			<description>Wrote this when myself, and fiancee rekindled our love. </description>
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