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		<description>The original writings of author ashlyn vik</description>
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			<title>A Mess </title>
			<description>I am a mess of terrible habits.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1178422/</link>
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			<title>Greek Blood</title>
			<description>The lingering scent of a burned out cigarette still haunts the air.&amp;nbsp;Creeping in all the dark places of his room&amp;nbsp;like all the vague memories&amp;nbsp;he tries to forget.&amp;nbsp;His age has clearly caught up with him through the years; &amp;nbsp;he notices the wrinkles carved into his face through the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1144395/</link>
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			<title>Shooting Star</title>
			<description>A twinkle in the sky caught my eyeand it reminded me of you.Sweet and surprising like a giftthat held a love so true.&amp;nbsp;It fell from the heavensand in that second it showed me how much you're worth.It took away my very breathand flashed towards the earth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1103002/</link>
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			<title>Forever Entangled</title>
			<description>His armsstrong and securewrapped around her as their bodies entangled like thread.His fingertips trailed down her spinetracing every indention, every curve, of her body.Chills decended through her as she floated in ecstasy. Her fingers twisted&amp;nbsp;in his hair,thrusting&amp;nbsp;herself closer to his. &quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1101606/</link>
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			<title>The hunter</title>
			<description>The wave of muscles ripple underneith the tiger's skin like water in the sea&amp;nbsp;as she carefully&amp;nbsp;stalks her prey &amp;nbsp;her orange eyes blaze like fire dancing in the moonlightas she pinpoints the target.&amp;nbsp;with a flick of&amp;nbsp;her tail she crouches down;the rich dark soil still held the ar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1100083/</link>
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			<title>Strength</title>
			<description>I am strong.I am a woman who is independent. I&amp;nbsp;know my strength and my weakness.I've been pushed to the edge of death and survived. I have seen hell;&amp;nbsp;I have lived it.I've experienced a pinch heaven too. I know what its like live a life of poverty, but also&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;know what its like to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1098469/</link>
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			<title>Society </title>
			<description>Society.Just a word for a group of people who's&amp;nbsp;opinions mold the way of life for millions.society dont care about your emotions.They will break you&amp;nbsp;just to create an image of what they call perfect.Society is never pleased.If you you eat, you're fat.If you don't eat, you're anorexic.You d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1098456/</link>
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			<title>The Fool</title>
			<description>&quot;Neither satisfied by what she could have nor satisfied by what she couldn't, she spiraled downward into a dark abyss.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1053913/</link>
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			<title>The Thief</title>
			<description>about manipulative men. &quot;He's a thief. A snake. handsome and deadly. He's a liar.The devil in disguise.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1043874/</link>
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			<title>Searching</title>
			<description>I dream a dream of souless wonderingforever searching for something but finding nothing&amp;nbsp;walking for hours,&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;feeling lostneeding very much for someone to find me&amp;nbsp;but who is this someone you might ask?that I dont know.&amp;nbsp;I know nothing as you can seeI dont know what I want or..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1028595/</link>
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			<title>Just a Blur</title>
			<description>&quot;I don't want to become just another useless memory&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1028572/</link>
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			<title>Starless Night</title>
			<description>its about the murder of a young girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1028094/</link>
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			<title>Mom</title>
			<description>this is a poem to my mom</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1028071/</link>
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			<title>Haunted Past</title>
			<description>(the guy that i'm talking about in this poem is the guy that stabbed my mom and i two years ago) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1028046/</link>
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			<title>i'm sorry...</title>
			<description>i remember the way you use to hold me. but now these days&amp;nbsp;i only feel lonley. they say love&amp;nbsp;can get you through all things tough, sadly this time love just isnt enough. you and i, we grew apart. now i dont want to be with you and its breaking my heart.&amp;nbsp;i remember&amp;nbsp;we use to be the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashlynvik/1020454/</link>
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