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			<title>HOPE</title>
			<description>HOPEHold me in your gaze, Let your eyes set me freeOpen wide your armsSay that you belong to mePace your heart tomatch mineForever endlessly Ending&amp;rsquo;s will nothappen If beginnings cannot be.</description>
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			<title>The Letter</title>
			<description>A fictional short story
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			<title>Days and Days</title>
			<description>Mondays, Fun-daysTuesdays, Blues-daysSad days, Mad days,I feel really bad-days,good days, should daysI did what I could-daysnever ending FridaysCan I just ask, &amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo;-daysbeing late for school daysbreaking all the rules-daysWaiting on tomorrow daysthe opposite of sorrow-daysGoing through..</description>
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			<title>Lay Me in a Field Like This</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote about an inspiring place I hiked through this summer in England.</description>
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			<title>They, Who Sit Alone</title>
			<description>The party is over.Everyone&amp;rsquo;s going home.As they walk they remember,the girl sitting alone.The music was blaring.Excitement filled the air,but why was the girl,&amp;nbsp;sitting alone over there?They think of themselveshow exciting they are;not a care in the world,&amp;nbsp;as they get in the car.They ..</description>
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