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	<title>PoetryKafe &#187; 2007 &#187; March &#187; 09</title>
	<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com</link>
	<description>Collection of user submitted poetry in categories such as love, emotional, friendship, birthday, war, humorous, wedding and seasonal. New poems added daily.</description>
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		<title>Poem Like a Heart</title>
		<description>Together we stood, the edge of goodbye,
preparing to leave, we managed a kiss.
We both spread our wings, but neither could fly -
one more second chance, it all came to this.
The mountain was high, we hiked and we climbed.
We said we were done with no turning back.
A twosome estranged, a sonnet ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/03/09/poem-like-a-heart/</link>
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		<title>From Afar</title>
		<description>From afar, our eyes lock
as we bare into the others' soul.

We are nearing closeness now,
the moments before we touch.

The anticipation is exilarating,
the desire, revealed.

I'm willing you to come to me,
you know the reasons why.

by Robin Main </description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/03/09/from-afar/</link>
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		<title>Heart is Content</title>
		<description>
Until thy own heart is content,
Thou shall not be happy,
A mornful tide shall fall upon thine mere mortal of life,
and wisk away all hopes that serides.

Until thy own heart is content,
Thou shant back down from a gesture,
of any means or mines.
A dagger can fall and break,
Thou shall not budge upon ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/03/09/heart-is-content/</link>
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		<title>Memories</title>
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How do you rid memories of the years past?
To burn away thoughts of those you no longer want to remember. 
Is it easy to forget?

She walks out tonight with her pen and paper in her hand, 
crying because she thought of him again. 
She wants to call her mom but ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/03/09/memories/</link>
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