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			<title> Hello again</title>
			<description>Your fingers intertwine with mine asI beg you to pound the sadness out of meYou whisper sweet nothings into my earKnowing my body couldn't handle itI desperately wanted you toSwirl those white lies back into my mouth asOur bodies become waterTaking form of each otherTaking form of whoever we wanted ..</description>
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			<title>Park Talks</title>
			<description>Your fingers caress my face&amp;nbsp;As I rest my cheek in your palmI can feel the blood rushing back inAs if this was the signal to feel alive againThe beating our hearts become louderUntil it drowns out everything around usIs this what home feels like?You grab my chin and tilt my head upwardsUntil our..</description>
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			<title>16</title>
			<description>A sixteen y/o's first heartbreak.</description>
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			<title>Our Painting</title>
			<description>You caressed my body like artTo create this painting of usOn this starry nightWith every thrust into my little dipperYou reached my north starand I came,HomeMy CepheusMy man on the moonThe Gods would be proud</description>
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