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		<description>The original writings of author Rose Kim</description>
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			<title>New Beginning</title>
			<description>I looked at you for the last time&amp;nbsp;and knew this wasn&amp;rsquo;t the end.&amp;nbsp;But another chapter for me to write&amp;nbsp;without youholding my hand. </description>
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			<title>Portrait</title>
			<description>And like art, I painted you in my head&amp;nbsp;and etched you in my heart.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Euphoria</title>
			<description>You reminded me of long drivesand bonfires.&amp;nbsp;That shade of brown eyes and rolling thunder.&amp;nbsp;Faded laughter andpolaroid photos.&amp;nbsp;Every time I look at you I see summer,&amp;nbsp;who breathed life intoa heart of autumn. </description>
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			<title>Familiarity </title>
			<description>I sometimes wonder if you ever&amp;nbsp;wrote songs&amp;nbsp;aboutme the way I wrote about you.If you ever felt the same way&amp;nbsp;after the things we have been through.&amp;nbsp;Did you see me in familiar things or random places?The same way I saw you in picture frames and drive-thrus.&amp;nbsp;Till this day I&amp;rs..</description>
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			<title>Reminisce </title>
			<description>Growing up you used to think&amp;nbsp;the world was small.&amp;nbsp;As tiny as the spaces&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;your fingers as you crawled,and even the roads where&amp;nbsp;you learnt to run your kite on.Now everything is suddenly&amp;nbsp;bigger and far away.&amp;nbsp;Your work becomes your life&amp;nbsp;until you are old an..</description>
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