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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>Inexperienced I am in loveFor I have never been,Except for onceAnd now in my narcissistic viewI can tell of it so clearly&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And claim it to be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A thing that holds no lusting desire&amp;nbsp;But one of prowessIt hold a desire to praiseAnd be praisedIt is scared despite its prowes..</description>
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			<title>Stares</title>
			<description>We must have been an odd sightTwo girls standing togetherDressed so differently&amp;nbsp;Daring to speak to each other&amp;nbsp;We must have been an odd sightOne dressed in a chador&amp;nbsp;The other so skimpilyDaring to link armsWe must have been an odd sight&amp;nbsp;Laughing, talking, huggingActing like race di..</description>
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