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			<title>Filthy Love Poems: Part I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The shipbuilder's daughterHe was filthy rich,&amp;nbsp; so she became his filthy w***eShe hated how he made her feel, just like a piece of meatLike a steak thrown out to themangy dogs drooling in ..</description>
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			<title>Love Poem</title>
			<description>White in all the right places,&amp;nbsp;Sitting across the room,&amp;nbsp;Brightening all the dark spaces,&amp;nbsp;Replacing the cracks of gloom.I am always becoming,&amp;nbsp;I show my face to a few,&amp;nbsp;Mostly people keep guessing,&amp;nbsp;because I like to keep them glued.Every year add a ring to my trunk,&amp;nbsp;E..</description>
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			<title>New York</title>
			<description>The art, the gameThe prisoner's shameThe dream, the lieThe day she diedThe wish, the prayerThe love of fearThe tree, the hillThe crazy chillsSunlight and a breezeAwaken to meA destiny dreamedA future to seizeShe whispers to meWhy don't you come seePast the rainbow'sHeavy storm cloudsSo bring me the ..</description>
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			<title>Envy of Indigo</title>
			<description>My eyes were openedSince i can't rememberEvery new day's story to tellMost I've entirely forgottenBut some are still with meThoughts repeating until this dayLessons learned on the pathAlways towards something I can't understandSleep is the bridge that savesIt shows me everythingOpens my heart againB..</description>
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