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			<title>Anarchy</title>
			<description>This started out as an Italian sonnet... but then I got lazy =P</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/953576/</link>
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			<title>Macabre Ballet</title>
			<description>White, pristine, puritySpinning round and roundThe world falling downAs she shakes off all insecurityBe perfect, be politeHave manners, act like a ladyDelicate details crushed down, bruised, and shaky&amp;nbsp;Acrid beauty at first sightPressure snapping her in twoPoisoning her down to the coreIf&amp;nbsp;p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/951055/</link>
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			<title>Silent Voices</title>
			<description>You hear their voicesScream through the darkTheir silent pleasOvercome your sanityA dream you wish&amp;nbsp;To finally fulfill when;They scream what they wantBut no one can hear their criesThey beg and they plead&amp;nbsp;And yet, no one can hear them&amp;nbsp;Scream... How they feel insideWe can't hear their s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/947000/</link>
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			<title>What Happens at Midnight</title>
			<description>It's midnightDarkness creeping through the doorIt's midnightAnd it's too late to save my heartThe beautiful starsTwinkling in the skyWhisper maybe, maybe he loves meBut looks deceive&amp;nbsp;And they made me believeThat you loved meIt's midnightDarkness seeping through the floorAnd It's midnightToo lat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946997/</link>
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			<title>The Music is at Bay</title>
			<description>When the sky beatsWith the adrenalineOf a million passed soulsAnd the Earth hums&amp;nbsp;With the breathOf a thousand hearts,You know the musicIs at baySomething so gorgeous&amp;nbsp;And clearYet lustrous and bold,Something born to healThe heart, mind, and soulIs drumming throughThe brainwaves of the world..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946996/</link>
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			<title>So Many Scars...</title>
			<description>Special little marksCalloused reflexions of the soulAre you okay?Reminiscent of the pastSo many demonstations of imperfection</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946994/</link>
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			<title>Disbelief </title>
			<description>I couldn't believe it,But the day really does endAnd the sun really does rise againI couldn't believe it,But when the darkness embarksThe dark shadows follow suit&amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe it,But the moment will brightenAnd everything will be as it shouldBut it's true:The sun really will come back up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946990/</link>
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			<title>Lilliana Eskimo</title>
			<description>Lilliana EskimoKiss me soft,Kiss me slowUnder the moon,And under the starsHug me tight,Never let me goThe snow may fall,And the wind may blowThe wolves may howl,But we would never knowBecause when I'm with youEverything is as it should be</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946988/</link>
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			<title>Dance, Dance, Dance</title>
			<description>Remember when the skies wereBlue?And the doves flewHigh?Back when rainbows arched andGlitteredClap handsSpin aroundA, B, COne, two, three(Simple)&quot;Happy birthday!&quot;The sky instantly&amp;nbsp;Darkens,The rainbows:Faded,And the dove toting olivesFleesWhat happened?We grew up.Cliques, beauty acceptance;Pain...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946982/</link>
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			<title>Just Once (But it's Too Late)</title>
			<description>Just onceShe wanted to feel pretty,She wanted to feel loved,For her heart to race,And face to flushBut, for once, not out of shameFor girls to stop and stareAs a wave of envy swallows them whole.Just onceShe wanted a friend,She wanted a simple hugSomeone to giggle withTo stay up late with on a Frida..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rosallia/946977/</link>
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			<title>Dead, Bloody Roses</title>
			<description>Roses are red,Violets are blue:We met the other dayBut now it's been a whole year.Roses are firey,You could do no wrong;Violets are violentWhen you speak my heart beatsStrong and true.You were gorgeous, indeed,Innocent, it seemed,And I loved you.Now my roses are fadingAnd my violets grow dull.When y..</description>
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