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			<title>I Remember</title>
			<description>So vividly my mind's eye remembers.I gaze into the darkness behind my lidsAnd see the shadows take your form.First your young face.Round cheeks, short dark hair.Eyes black as coals.Eyes haunted by what you knewAnd what you carried alone With a neckThat could barely support your head.Then your torso,..</description>
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			<title>Yours</title>
			<description>The lights turn down,Your touch burns my skin,Bruises my shoulders.My lip tastes of copperfrom your passionate kiss,your teeth sinking in mercilessly.Roughly, gently,You remind me I am yours,And command me to say it.My eyes half shut,My breath coming in loud gasps.That is your answer,And your wicked..</description>
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			<title>Nothing But Ash</title>
			<description>Tendrils that lick my skinTearing into me,Pulling me apart bit by bit,Leaving nothingBut tender pink flesh in its wake.The horrid sounds I hearI find are my own.Ripped from my throatso vehemently,so vivaciously.Soon consciousness ebbsaway from me.Numbed beyond anything,A feeling beyond anything,Both..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friday afternoon had finally come, and Isabella and Ashley were shopping for dresses to wear to the party that night. Isabella was well-known for her frivolous spending habits. She never bothered to look when she pulled a card from her wallet to pay. She just trailed her man..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isabella's heels clicked softly on the pavement as the sun began to ease the orange pink glow of its early morning light over the tall buildings. The city was beginning to stir as one and slowly awaken itself for the new day. Snow had collected on the sidewalks overnight but had b..</description>
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			<title>Liaison</title>
			<description>Isabella becomes a personal liaison for her brother James, the head of the international Marquis magazine company. Soon enough she learns what exactly job her entails.</description>
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			<title>Liaison</title>
			<description>Isabella Marquis becomes a personal liaison for her brother James, the head of the international Marquis magazine company. Soon enough she learns what her job truly entails.</description>
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