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			<title>Painting Flowers</title>
			<description>This is from my other old account, but I changed it. </description>
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			<title>The Wind</title>
			<description>                                                              A soft wind stirs the silence.                                                       Through the weeping willows it flows.                                            Singing it's ancient songs that have long been foretold.          ..</description>
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			<title>Life In the Hearts of Many</title>
			<description>Who are we to to define emotion?Define love.Define sadness.A lover's touch might not be so sweet.So soft and inviting.Love may be dark and cold.Instead of light and warmth.In the eyes of a person.Sadness may bring happiness.Instead of pain and suffering. Who are we to defin..</description>
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			<title>Porcelain Doll</title>
			<description>Confidence with every step.Every breath,Dark brown eyes with a hint of fearlessness. A smirk painted on her smooth sun kissed skin. People rarely approach her. Intimidated by the swagger that rolls off her.All the while they have no clue. That it's all an act,So they do not see, The emptiness that l..</description>
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			<title>Running </title>
			<description>Trying so hard not to stopPushing myself to the limitSweat sliding down my faceThe sound of my heart roaring in my earsLouder and louderMy legs turn numbBut yet I still feel them burning It's a pain I welcome whole heartily My sides threatening to make me clasp I barley hear my qui..</description>
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