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			<title>Balm on Bruises</title>
			<description>This heart's fluttering was not to stop,The intensity of its feelings refused to drop.Keeping my breath on hold,Proceeded I with intentions bold.This stomach's weird sensations were not to die,The feelings resolved not to lie down shy.Eyes resting on the being of my care,Deep down I knew there would..</description>
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			<title> The spent me</title>
			<description>The ancient wood ached and creaked,As I tossed, turned and freaked.The strewn pillows in need of peace,When the morning trickled in and softly teased.Crumbs of bread on the plate,The cold leftover tea in the cup stayed.The Newspaper waiting to be read,With drooping eyes I on bed remained.Incomplete ..</description>
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			<title>Taking a look back</title>
			<description>While walking down the memory lane,&amp;nbsp;I wonder what is worth the thought and what is worth not taking the pain.Once profound emotions seem plain,I ponder is it me or is the ever-healing time to take the blame.Fleeting thoughts come and go,I take a peek at the past lived not long ago.Love, life an..</description>
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			<title>Emotions on a swing</title>
			<description>Sitting on the floor cross-legged,Sensing my emotions swing from this end to that end.Once in a swell, once taking a quick fall,I realise it is insanity that my about to-be-wasted life is giving a silent call.Once blessed with wings and wind to fly,Once making themselves numb enough to quietly in th..</description>
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