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	<title>PoetryKafe &#187; 2007 &#187; September &#187; 08</title>
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	<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>She Lay In Her Bed&#8230;</title>
		<description>She lay in her bed,
cries herself to sleep.
She dreams of a world,
a world she can keep.

In her world,
nothing is as it seems.
People live wherever they want,
even in a stream.

Life is peaceful,
the world is pure.
She dreams of a world,
a world that is cured.

No one shall ever bicker,
nor shall they fight.
Because in ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/09/08/she-lay-in-her-bed/</link>
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		<title>Life Like A Book</title>
		<description>I read my life like a book,
but i cannot bear to look,
to full of misery and pain,
and nothing left to gain.

i feel constant darkness,
evil and torment,
death and decay,
no love just regret.

i'm so alone,
so afraid,
no tears left,
and no one cares.
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		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/09/08/life-like-a-book/</link>
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		<title>Remedy</title>
		<description>Our love is like the seasons.
Forever changing.
Everytime you hold me,
i find my heart is racing.
And, our love is strong,
our love will get us through,
through these rough patches,
through these crazy things we do.
And, love might just be my savour,
yes, this love could save my life,
guide me out of the darkness,
rescue me ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/09/08/remedy/</link>
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		<title>The Girl With The Scarlet Bands</title>
		<description>She locks herself in her room,
and sits down on the floor,
tonight the knife is calling her,
the blade is begging for more.
No reasoning with razers,
no protest, she gives in,
no love, or hope left in her heart,
tonight the knife will win.
But she cant seem to stop,
and she goes in way too deep,
but, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.poetrykafe.com/2007/09/08/the-girl-with-the-scarlet-bands/</link>
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