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			<title>Speechless</title>
			<description>I can't thinkI can't speakWords spiralBrain whirlsMy heart pumpsMy lungs breathAnd yetAmongst the noiseI am speechless</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/1011798/</link>
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			<title>Who wants to live forever?</title>
			<description>The water stretched out before me, a mirror, clear and flat. I stared across, out to the mountains. My feet curled into the silt beneath. I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped into the lake, skirts billowing into the water around me. I let my nails dig into my knees,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/1004669/</link>
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			<title>A Journey</title>
			<description>A short story of loss and peace</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/1004264/</link>
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			<title>All these feelings</title>
			<description>I don't thinkI know what love isIs it butterflies in my stomachOr hearts in my eyes?Should I thank the stars?Or the astrologer?I like sayingI'm in loveBut is it really true?All these feelings...Are they meant for you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/999846/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>She's sat there grinningKnowing she's winningAnd if looks could killShe'd lie cold and stillWhat is there to gainBy saying what causes painIt makes me sickWhen she gets away with itI know why they're saidMaking my cheeks burn redIt's funny, clever, cool...No; words hurt, they're cruelMaybe it's jeal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/994739/</link>
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			<title>Attack</title>
			<description>A short story set in the World War One trenches.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/992185/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>Lost&amp;nbsp;Roxanne didn&amp;rsquo;t know how long she&amp;rsquo;d been sat on thestar-gazing rock. She has lost all sense of time. It felt like only a fewminutes had passed, but it was probably more like a few hours. Emily had calledher; summoning her home, probably. She&amp;rsquo;d ignored it. It ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/989155/</link>
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			<title>The Problem With English Lessons</title>
			<description>I want to knowWhy I don't like EnglishLessons, that isI love reading, writing, imagining,So why is itThis subject eludes me?I don't understandWhy we need to knowWhy the writer putThat the sky was blueWho cares?It's blueThat's all that mattersGetting lostIn a world that a geniusCreatedWhat's the poin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FreyaClarke/989085/</link>
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			<title>Umbrella</title>
			<description>I posted this on my blog a while back, so I thought it would be a good one to start with. Enjoy :)</description>
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