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			<description>I have never been in love like this beforeHe sends me spinning, orbitingOn some type of cosmic journeyI used to think I was afraid of heightsBut I don't wanna come downWouldn't even dream of itThis love has me soaringUpHighBeyond Cloud 9His touch is like a million starsDancing,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcdillon/349549/</link>
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			<title>A Requiem for Love</title>
			<description>For so long I&amp;rsquo;ve waitedSitting here in my Chuck Taylors With my hair pulled backA smile on my faceHeart on my sleeveAnticipatingLongingFor the one called &amp;ldquo;Love&amp;rdquo;To come and sweep me off my feetRescue meBut so long I&amp;rsquo;ve waited in vainFor the one called &amp;ld..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcdillon/222932/</link>
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			<title>Hypocrisy</title>
			<description>Why do you practice one life styleBut teach another?Running around saying love thy Neighbor as thy brotherWhen you don&amp;rsquo;tOr else you just won&amp;rsquo;tHypocrisyIt doesn&amp;rsquo;t lurk in the shadowsIt lurks in YOUR shadowIt trails behind youSwimming in cracksMakes you seem rea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcdillon/222929/</link>
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			<title>Woman of the House</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Why doesn&amp;rsquo;t anybody believe me?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nohemi Walker had been asking herself this for hours. In all actuality, though, she knew why nobody believed her. She had a bad habit of stretching the truth- and she did so quite often. Like the time when she was nine and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcdillon/222924/</link>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Today will be the day; the day that every thing changes,&amp;rdquo; I thought as I rode the bus to school that morning. I touched my book bag and felt it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Okay,&amp;rdquo; I continued in my mind, &amp;ldquo;it&amp;rsquo;s still there.&amp;rdquo; I hadn&amp;rsquo;t chick..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dcdillon/222921/</link>
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			<title>The Little Girl and the Ferocious Beast</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s a monsterWho lives hereDark, lurkingEyes slanted, lids loweredSlightly, glintingThe creature growlsAnd stalks menacinglyPeople are horrifiedAnd fearfulFor their livesThey runAnd seekShelterBut they can&amp;rsquo;t hideThere is no camouflageTo protect y..</description>
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