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			<title>3:24 AM</title>
			<description>Poem of a lost love.</description>
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			<title>The Laundry Room</title>
			<description>Right nowa teenager stands in a laundry roomBeing slammed against a wallBy a boy whose hands always dropped just a bit too lowWho was always just a bit too interestedThe next dayShe&amp;rsquo;ll wear her hair down for the first time in monthsTrying to cover the hickeys he forced upon herBruising her mor..</description>
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			<title>A Million Marching Bands</title>
			<description>The sound of you is a million marching bands rattling through my ears,vibrating down my spinal cord so strongly it shatters every bone like singing into a champagne glass.</description>
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			<title>I'm Not Sure What To Call This</title>
			<description>I keep trying to find a word to describe how I feel when I'm with you.</description>
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			<title>Molasses</title>
			<description>Through the eyes of OCD</description>
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			<title>OCD</title>
			<description>Free verse/spoken word poem about OCD.</description>
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			<title>Today</title>
			<description>Today everything felt okay for the first time in a long time.</description>
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			<title>Never Let Go</title>
			<description>I hoped for the life of me I would never have to let go</description>
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			<title>Genuine</title>
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			<title>Blades</title>
			<description>Story about self harm and how it takes over.</description>
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