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			<title>Sometimes</title>
			<description>We're starting our Poetry section in English, and here is my first contribution. The prompt was &quot;I used to be...&quot; But I took some license because why not.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1163982/</link>
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			<title>It's Hard. </title>
			<description>Its 2 AM and I just thought of you again. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1150435/</link>
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			<title>I Know</title>
			<description>Oops.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1126584/</link>
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			<title>Stranger </title>
			<description>Sometimes I think backTo the love we used to share And now I find it crumblingI can't bring myself to careThere was a time when I fought for youThrough thick and through thinAnd every time I criedYou counted it as a winI don't understandWhy we did this to ourselvesWe should have let wounds healAnd g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1123483/</link>
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			<title>A Little Bit of LSD</title>
			<description>Yellow skiesBlue grassRed cloudsGreen glassImpossible imagesPossible pleasuresIn the skyOf yellow treasuresAll togetherIn this acid dreamA little bitof LSD</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1115825/</link>
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			<title>Cell Phones in the Trees</title>
			<description>We have to write little vignette for my AP English 2 class. Here is the result. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1049258/</link>
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			<title>Bitter Woman </title>
			<description>She lived on her kneesSpeaking dark thoughts of releaseAnd I watched helplessAs she ignored my pleasLife slipped through her fingersAs age ran its courseHer eyes went dullHer voice going horseShe died a bitter deathRegrets spoken with labored breathWhile I sat at her bedsideThe Bit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1023659/</link>
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			<title>The Elements </title>
			<description>Written about a year ago. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1002914/</link>
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			<title>Tire Swing </title>
			<description>Written in November of 2011</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1002912/</link>
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			<title>Protect You</title>
			<description>Written in January of 2012</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/1002910/</link>
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			<title>I'll Admit</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ll admit it, I miss youSometimes it brings me to tearsAnd I think back to a happier timeAll the laughs over those four yearsI&amp;rsquo;ll admit I think of youAt least once a dayAnd every time I pass your houseI have to look awayI&amp;rsquo;ll admit I was wrongI knew you al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/998988/</link>
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			<title>Middle of the Night</title>
			<description>I have this thing where I can't sleep unless I'm exhausted. That usually doesn't happen until 5 AM. And so this is born. 
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/998152/</link>
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			<title>Waking Terrrors</title>
			<description>Fear is crippling It keeps you up at nightEvery sound, every prickleLeaves you frozen deep in fright The creaks turn to footstepsAnd the dark turns to visionsThe sheets turn to snakesAnd you freeze in all positionsMovement can be fatalSo blinking is all you have A baby laughs in their cradleAnd the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/995329/</link>
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			<title>Fighting For Breath </title>
			<description>I hate this feeling in my chestLike I&amp;rsquo;m fighting hard for a breathThat just won&amp;rsquo;t comeAnd I know what you seeI&amp;rsquo;m stronger than I thinkBut d****t, I&amp;rsquo;m fighting for airMy head is a messNo oxygen beneath my breastAnd it&amp;rsquo;s a daily fight, just to stay aliveSo go on, tell me ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/989167/</link>
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			<title>Hands of Time </title>
			<description>The clock is ever tickingEvery second taking your lifeAnd every time a hand moves,Something happens, mostly strifeAs her time moves by slowlyShe stares at the broken soulWith palms streaked in bloodShe feels way too oldTime moves fasterAnd the pieces seem to stareThey start to come togetherLeaving h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sls926/989159/</link>
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