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		<description>The original writings of author Sunny</description>
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			<title>New Beginnings</title>
			<description>When Spring comes forth with flowers blooming with hope and joy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3130437/</link>
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			<title>Use of Hands</title>
			<description>Infant, child &amp; teenage adolescence.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3130275/</link>
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			<title>A Knife To My Chest</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem to express an antagonising and dreadful feeling of pushing away self identity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3128833/</link>
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			<title>I crash landed here, please forgive me.</title>
			<description>Just a little memoir. (yes, I have uploaded this on Stars Rite!)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3125087/</link>
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			<title>The Piano Keys Are Trembling</title>
			<description>Through your heart and soul shall your answers unfold.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3124669/</link>
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			<title>The Reflections In Which We Look Back Upon.</title>
			<description>I knew the world was kill or be killed fromthe very first time I saw a child fire a gunAnd another clasp his hands around his ears.From the cries of a baby deer.To the men who carried beer.to the woman who begged for freedom,In hopes of worldwide unison.To all the innocent souls who ye..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3124573/</link>
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			<title>Infinity or something like that</title>
			<description>These are the days teenagers shall thrive and survive.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blubfishie/3124570/</link>
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			<title>The Hidden Key</title>
			<description>WIP. </description>
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