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			<description>She intrigues my medulla,intensifying the shell through whichher soul bursts,claiming me like a tornado,sweeping me into the warmthof her utopian cognition.Does she know my secret?She constricts me in these vines,declares me like,handcuffs.I do&amp;nbsp;want to be a prisoner of love.She spurts through m..</description>
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			<title>De-sugar Coated</title>
			<description>...so give me this night, to hold you, to love you. F**k all of the fairy tale s**t, though I love it, just give me this night, give me you. Everyone says the world is ending, life is too short, blah-say this and that--but I won't waste my breath on such sentences. I will ask for you, for this night..</description>
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			<title>Nature's Play</title>
			<description>In my quaint, taint lifemy petals have withered,shriveled into a mess of emotion,my wings have been clipped of flight,the elevation ripped from under mydeclawed grasp.In my beclouded vision,my left eye is burning with angst,my right eye, a thorn in it,my nose&amp;nbsp;ablaze&amp;nbsp;with the weeds of lie..</description>
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			<title>...She Had Green Eyes</title>
			<description>I stood, staring at the house. Not my own house but the old house, the house I so deeply adored.Oh, the irony. I&amp;nbsp;hated&amp;nbsp;that house. The way it looked, it&amp;rsquo;s beige bricks and green windows, red door, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand it. How eerie it was when you coughed in the silence or even shi..</description>
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			<title>Modus Operanti</title>
			<description>I want to kiss the&amp;nbsp;follicles&amp;nbsp;of your total desire, to dandle you to goosebumps, soothe your soul,&amp;nbsp;move&amp;nbsp;your soul.I want you to burn beautiful in my embrace, close your eyes and trust me blind to cage you, cloak you in a veil of desire.I want to dynamize your ache to confide in me..</description>
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