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		<description>The original writings of author Ememuelle</description>
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			<title>My Grandmother</title>
			<description>There are days when I see the pale moon appear,And I linger in those moments, because I know that you&amp;rsquo;renear.I often wonder why I should miss you so much,But wonder not long, as my life you did touch.&amp;nbsp;You were a remarkable woman, a l..</description>
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			<title>For You</title>
			<description>A&amp;nbsp;hinting whisper&amp;nbsp;or a&amp;nbsp;playful glance,I am lost&amp;nbsp;in those eyes,&amp;nbsp;an eternal trance.With a&amp;nbsp;blissful smile, a wrinkle runs deep,Another memory with you, a crease&amp;nbsp;I will keep.Floating with ease,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;no fight for this cause,My mind is ..</description>
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			<title>The Fire that Burned</title>
			<description>As I watch the wind, watch it wrestle the night,i stray to the moment that dimmed&amp;nbsp;down my light,i feel it, so real, merely&amp;nbsp;whispers ago,blurry soft words that were spoken so slow.&amp;nbsp;The fire that had been burning so strong, so long, is gone.&amp;nbsp;Right down..</description>
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			<title>For Now, Goodbye</title>
			<description>I can see the wind outside wrestle the night,And I sit here alone in the dimmed light of my inactivephone,Empty, I know what I&amp;rsquo;ve believed all alongIs true, and I can&amp;rsquo;t but stamp the song from my soul withthe shoe,His shoe, the one he w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ememuelle/965203/</link>
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			<title>This Thing I'm In</title>
			<description>So what is this thing, this thing I&amp;rsquo;m in?Where struggles define from where we begin,Where people breathe and eat and rest,And every moment instills a test.&amp;nbsp;This thing I know not much about,A fa&amp;ccedil;ade, a wall, but with what makes..</description>
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