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			<title>men and women a like</title>
			<description>for the future and now</description>
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			<title>Final Day</title>
			<description>few people have passed away. a lot came to my mind, so written out..this is what I think.</description>
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			<title>Creativity </title>
			<description>about anime. nerdy but ok. </description>
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			<title>My Story</title>
			<description>My Story someI went to school here in town.Graduated 2009.Apart of a variety of youth groupsand churchesListening to the stories of my peersand when asked to hear mineI questioned, who cares?&amp;nbsp;Who would accept me?In body and mindA w****s tale&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Cigar Sensation </title>
			<description>hello my poised friendhow sweet you welcome my longing desires&amp;nbsp;let us sit in the sun and take in this long awaited feelingso sweet the fragrance of your beinglong awaited&amp;nbsp;the embrace of your acceptanceso poisons partakethis final intake of breathleaving my mind ..</description>
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			<title>A fond cover over a hidden lover </title>
			<description>Those lips that were once mineIdeas and recollection flooding inSo my thoughts emerge into a cavernfilled with the eerie and cold thoughts of what once wasWhat once was nothing but a selfish touch&amp;nbsp;What once was the empty feeling of a strangerSo the piano playsAnd t..</description>
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			<title>Curtains over </title>
			<description>with kind eyes looking back at me, the curtains draw and the feeling of love is overwhelming.&amp;nbsp;only to wake up and find my self alone.I would repeat what was once told me.&amp;nbsp;&quot;wake up so I can tell you how much I love you&quot;I want to take your hand, to feel what felt so r..</description>
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