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			<title>The Mysterious lines</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He said, &amp;ldquo;aw I've seen that you had to have noticed the marks on your wrist. You want to know why they are there? Never mind you don&amp;rsquo;t get a say my sexy slave.&amp;rdquo; I&amp;rsquo;m thinking to myself, &amp;ldquo;what the hell &amp;ldquo;sexy slave&amp;rdquo; I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be ..</description>
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			<title>Vision</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Throughout the rest of the night my vision when in and out and I remember his body.&amp;nbsp;Aelvid&amp;nbsp;he was hot as hell and man he was muscular. I thought the next morning in his bed man I want a piece of him. So, the rest of that day things got hot and steamy. It started out with..</description>
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			<title>This is me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm going to take you on a trip of how it all started. Ok so to start my name is Rose Johnsen, I was born on July 12, 1998. I am a doctor at the Apple Green Hospital in Johnson city. I'm 21 I live in the city well &amp;hellip; lived. After what happened I will never go bac..</description>
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			<title>Who Knew</title>
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			<title> Just the Thought</title>
			<description>Just the ThoughtI think to myself whyNow all I do is want to cryI have paid for my sinAll the devils start to grinI will not go to hellI will never dwellThis is the story of painYou will never see or hear the tears of rainSilently i cryWait for you to come take me for who knows why&amp;nbsp;I am waiting..</description>
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			<title>The Past</title>
			<description>This poem is apart of me. I put all my heart into my poems and by sharing this you become apart of me.</description>
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