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		<description>The original writings of author Soulii</description>
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			<title>Spiritual</title>
			<description>Interconnectedness with someone inside.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2960121/</link>
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			<title>Distant Admiration</title>
			<description>True friend or wake of something parasocial?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2959838/</link>
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			<title>Pollen</title>
			<description>Begone, pest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2959836/</link>
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			<title>Caged</title>
			<description>Caged	Like a bird does its wings, he relies on his legs	To go to new heights, and far reaches of the Earth.	He must walk.&amp;nbsp;	He must climb.	So it is no surprise--he scream upon the disappearance of his legs	And the opportunity to soar falls upon sheets of blue and white	As they beep.	As they ring..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2959833/</link>
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			<title>Antibody</title>
			<description>Inspired by, and written stylistically similar to, Rebecca Salazar</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2959571/</link>
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			<title>For Opportunity &amp; For Chance</title>
			<description>	&amp;nbsp;He whispers to the clock on the wall to move its hands a little faster.	The time is almost here!	He whispers to the clock on the wall to chime a little faster	The time is almost here!	He whispers to the clock on the wall to move its hands a little slower.	The time is finally here!	He whispers..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2959225/</link>
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			<title>Drive Away (to a better place)</title>
			<description>Welcome Respite; Some Distance Place</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/soulii/2959223/</link>
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			<title>Sit &amp; Listen</title>
			<description>Natural method to forget.</description>
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			<title>Waste Water</title>
			<description>Hi! I am testing the waters with WritersCafe :). I made this a while ago, but thought I would share it here and see what the community thinks. 

This poem COULD be a little visceral; time will tell.</description>
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