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			<title>An Adventure</title>
			<description>Based on the prompt: Write about a first kiss by Yeahwriters.tumblr.com</description>
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			<title>The Silence</title>
			<description>WaitingUnsaid words linger in the airClinging to the unknown,Grasping for releaseEnvyI long to resemble the invisible&amp;nbsp;To be the outsider-For once, thenFinallyYou speak aloud the words assumedCutting through the nightWounding my heartYetI know you&amp;rsquo;re in the rightOur problems have elevatedH..</description>
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			<title>From Within</title>
			<description>Scarlett must get away. She soon discovers she can't outrun what lies inside.</description>
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			<title>Spring </title>
			<description>WOW! I found this in an old notebook I had when I was younger. </description>
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			<title>A Love So Strong </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;A love.&amp;rdquo; She would say. &amp;ldquo;Fills my heart when I hear music.&amp;rdquo; I rolled my eyes at the clich&amp;eacute; saying.Everyone was in love with music. But why?&amp;nbsp;I didn&amp;rsquo;t understand.I would watch her play her instruments for hours. Her head bobbing as her spirit was..</description>
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			<title>Fraudulent Love</title>
			<description>Sitting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WaitingIn the snowSitting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Waitingfor you to showdoubt and truthmerge as oneas I sitAnd Waitfor you to comefear rises in my heartwondering if I should departSitting&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WaitingIn the snow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All this timeI should have known</description>
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