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			<title>The dad I always had but never will</title>
			<description>I knew you from stories, from whispers in the dark,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A shadow in my childhood, a flickering spark.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Custody battles, torn between two worlds,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A boy searching for you, his hopes unfurled.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From four to seven, then again at ten and a half,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mom and Da..</description>
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			<title>A love that once was </title>
			<description>In a quiet town where whispers dwell,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two hearts once danced in a gentle spell,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Under moonlit skies and starry nights,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Their souls entwined in soft delights.They spoke in shadows, shared secret dreams,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Built castles on hope&amp;rsquo;s fragile beams,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>The Price of freedom</title>
			<description>America's sacrifices, scars, and the true cost of freedom beneath the broken promises.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghost_writer0000/3131449/</link>
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			<title>Where have all the children gone? </title>
			<description>They were pure, little flames, bright and clean,Now shattered, ripped apart, turned obscene.Too young, too fast,&amp;nbsp;they&amp;rsquo;re dragged through the dirt,Their innocence stolen, crushed, and hurt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I see them now-eyes hollow, scared, broken,Voices lost, words unspoken.The world&amp;rsquo;s ..</description>
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			<title>15 minutes of fame </title>
			<description>They crave the spotlight&amp;rsquo;s blazing fire,A fleeting moment,&amp;nbsp; a wild desire.To be seen, to be heard, to carve their name,No matter the cost, no matter the shame.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They tell their stories, tall and thin,Woven with lies, let the truth cave in.Chasing shadows, chasing fame&amp;rsquo;s gl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghost_writer0000/3131432/</link>
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			<title>Love Is F***ing dead. </title>
			<description>I'm tired of pretending its not. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghost_writer0000/3131428/</link>
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			<title>Pledge Of lies </title>
			<description>This poem is my honest take on how I see the promises of freedom and unity that society talks about.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghost_writer0000/3131424/</link>
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			<title>In the end</title>
			<description>It wasn't enough</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ghost_writer0000/3131351/</link>
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			<title>JUST ANOTHER ACTOR</title>
			<description>A raw poem about hiding pain behind a fake smile, feeling trapped in the act, and longing for genuine connection and freedom from the mask.</description>
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