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			<title>Coming home</title>
			<description>Written last year for a competition in school. This poem got published in a young writers book.</description>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>Written about a year ago? Now in my opinion it is very poorly written</description>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>Written about a year ago? </description>
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			<title>Friendship</title>
			<description>Written a year ago? I believe now it's not the best it could be.</description>
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			<title>Not Anymore</title>
			<description>She sat there the memory fresh in her mind,as if it hadn't happen over&amp;nbsp;2 years ago.She sat there, silent, motionless.Her eyes were empty. Black voids of nothing.She wanted so badly to remember his voice,his touch, his love.But she couldn't let herself do that,not after all this ti..</description>
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