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		<description>The original writings of author Kat</description>
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			<title>Allergy</title>
			<description>I wrote this at a low moment, but ended on a high. I'm not sure what to make of my emotions. But instead of wallowing I've decided to curve into my art.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1382199/</link>
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			<title>Drunk</title>
			<description>My writing is getting worse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1369343/</link>
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			<title>hardest</title>
			<description>I miss you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1361395/</link>
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			<title>Honesty</title>
			<description>Fear of being discovered keeps me from cursing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1351445/</link>
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			<title>Cannabis</title>
			<description>Quick write inspired by heartbreak and the loss and realization of a truly troubled humans. I cannot stand being defined. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1338276/</link>
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			<title>stones</title>
			<description>This....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1329495/</link>
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			<title>Honey</title>
			<description>Honey /&amp;#712;h&amp;#652;ni/ is a sweet food made by bees using nectar from flowers. The variety produced by honey bees is the one most commonly referred to, as it is the type of honey collected by humans</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1262136/</link>
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			<title>Molasses</title>
			<description>Molasses is a viscous by-product of the refining of sugarcane, grapes, or sugar beets into sugar. The word comes from the Portuguese mela&amp;ccedil;o, ultimately derived from mel, the Latin word for honey.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1262134/</link>
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			<title>UNHUMID</title>
			<description>This was an impulse right, I guess it would be considered a writing indulged by feeling. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1211363/</link>
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			<title>Prostitute</title>
			<description>Description: I have no  description. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1149635/</link>
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			<title>Hostile</title>
			<description>As usual the name I've chosen hints only to the feeling of the poem I wrote, give it a chance.  I've gone through a LOT of changes so if you read some earlier stuff it's different, but me I hope</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1098844/</link>
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			<title>Noxious</title>
			<description>As usual the name I've chosen hints only to the feeling of the poem I wrote, give it a chance.  It's up to you. The reader.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1098819/</link>
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			<title>Repulsive</title>
			<description>I could but reading it, would allow your heart to describe it not my words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1062365/</link>
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			<title>Saudade</title>
			<description> This is probably the most personal I've gotten with any &quot;public&quot; writing, it's carries the load of love, pain, life, and the loss of it. Unison </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1061546/</link>
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			<title>Letters from a subconscious </title>
			<description>This is all up to personal perception, and life experience.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1060790/</link>
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			<title>THE MOMENT OF TWO</title>
			<description>This is a kind of poem, I really used a lot of question... to think.......figure it out yourself feel it yourself.. please..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/1060776/</link>
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			<title>Epidemic</title>
			<description>Second quick write, truly a car crash of questions, answers in poetry </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/998306/</link>
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			<title>EXCLUSION</title>
			<description>First piece it's a bit nonsensical</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katJW/990898/</link>
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