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			<description>I always caught myself thinking aboutall this time I've been here that things will changemy heart will calm downbut it's all the same stuffI write aboutthe suffering, the anxiety, the trembling handsthe sweat in your bedyou must delete the poemsrelease myself from you</description>
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			<title>she</title>
			<description>I go to write and every word is about herin every sentence I try to get closer to her heartand I write to warm my handsbecause I cannot touch her anymoreI don't like the way we left thingsI don't wanna leave her behingher absence is beaking my heartI think I'm gonna lose my mindI wish I could say so..</description>
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