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			<title>That Other Place</title>
			<description>THAT OTHER PLACEI feel as though I am falling constantly.Im falling into a darkness that shows no sign of light. No potential of this blindness to every go away.I fall and fall until finally I hit the ground,I cant even see my own shape so I scream.Only to find out that my voice has be..</description>
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			<title>Granny</title>
			<description>My grandmother died when I was 12. May will be 4 years. I wrote this poem for her.</description>
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