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		<title>No one to romance</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[High School]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is no one to be the receiver of my romance, No woman in my life worthy of my waiting on to dance, I crave to craft art for her ear and eyes, Listen to her laughter; comfort as she cries, Meditate on her ruminations and discuss her daily digests. Hear the air of her [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is no one to be the receiver of my romance,<br />
No woman in my life worthy of my waiting on to dance,<br />
I crave to craft art for her ear and eyes,<br />
Listen to her laughter; comfort as she cries,<br />
Meditate on her ruminations and discuss her daily digests.<br />
Hear the air of her breath, watch the rise and fall of her chest.<br />
Where is she? Tell me please,<br />
So I can cherish her now. Certainly I must,<br />
Construct trestles of trust before I rust.<br />
Surely, it&#8217;s her time for me to see<br />
And love all parts of her with every part of me.</p>
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