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			<title>Road Block</title>
			<description>to snoopy</description>
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			<title>Impatient </title>
			<description>to snoopy</description>
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			<title>Broken Bones</title>
			<description>to snoopy</description>
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			<title>Sweet-Toothed Selfish</title>
			<description>To snoopy </description>
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			<title>Cavity</title>
			<description>I knew you were there.&amp;nbsp;I knew I should fix you up,&amp;nbsp;But you didn&amp;rsquo;t hurt,&amp;nbsp;So I ignored your presence.&amp;nbsp;Time passes,I reschedule my filling schedules,I&amp;rsquo;m scared of the pain.&amp;nbsp;So you stayed,&amp;nbsp;Tucked away safely in the back,&amp;nbsp;Hard to reach.&amp;nbsp;Rot.I tried to f..</description>
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			<title>Number One</title>
			<description>One July you created a heroine, crushed with vacuous viridity.&amp;nbsp;Six to nine, your muffled, saccharine voice envelops me.&amp;nbsp;Curls that are artificial, embrowned strands, weightless.&amp;nbsp;Arresting, cat-like orbs with chocolate pupils, enswathing.&amp;nbsp;Right hands, similar size, but your virile..</description>
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			<title>Quiet and Loud</title>
			<description>	Round and round, blue and pink, the bustling of hundreds of ignorant human beings speckling the backdrop, and the soft, murmuring, white noise of the machine. She sat inside the teacup, her pink, cold-seated teacup. And she sat victorious, the goodest girl among the rest, who knew to only cry and c..</description>
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			<title>I want to tell you about my day</title>
			<description>I wrote the one-page essay, and I wanted you to read it. You. I wanted you to see it first. But you were busy, and you didn&amp;rsquo;t ask for it anyways. Am I bothering you?&amp;nbsp;I listened and searched for songs I think you&amp;rsquo;d like, so maybe one day you&amp;rsquo;d reply with warmth and add my songs..</description>
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