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			<title>Let's Waste Away Together</title>
			<description>Your smoky-soft blissIs cut by the hissOf concrete&amp;rsquo;s wet kiss&amp;nbsp;Now you have nothing left.Color soaks me all dayYet I still reek of greySo unnoticed I'll stayUntil I have nothing left.&amp;nbsp;To be sheltered by prideHelps you mask what&amp;rsquo;s insideIt's so e..</description>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>Please tell me if this poem makes sense to you...I wrote it after two days with very little sleep, and while it makes perfect sense to me, I'm not sure if the general public really &quot;gets it&quot;. </description>
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			<title>A Fire's Bite</title>
			<description>Please let me know what you think--form: Villanelle.
Thank you !</description>
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			<title>My Sunday-Morning Sweetheart</title>
			<description>Crazy nights-- usually synonymous with awkward mornings ...</description>
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			<title>OPEN WIDE</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Jagged lines of avid lust, set bloody in her eyes&amp;nbsp; Humanity is ground to dust; hate alone within her eyes&amp;nbsp;I tug at hair and ease my lips upon her shaking skinA girl with abandoned trust&amp;#2013266048;&quot; with panic in her eyes&amp;nbsp;She fears not death for ..</description>
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			<title>Nothing Matters</title>
			<description>Eyes flicker.nothing matters.The heat of the moment So sticky and sweaty So pure, so selfishly craved. Struggling, arching,All in rhythm.Thoughts, moments, timeMeshed into one. Legs clench, hopelessly.Innocence vaguely draped over naked bodies.Hands sudden..</description>
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