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			<title>My Path</title>
			<description>This path is mineit can't be seenno-one walkedthis pathbefore meI am the firstto walk this way.This path is steepthe obstacles are manyThis path seems treacherousand yet,I keep goingThis path feels dangerousand still,I do not turn backI chose this pathbecause of the challengeThe main roadwas not for..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/637665/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Ramblings on finding all my poems wiped from the site</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/420076/</link>
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			<title>The great confusion in 1995</title>
			<description>A heart is achingconfusedhurtnot yet broken.A beating heartable to lovebut achingand hurtinginside of me.&amp;nbsp;A soul that is waitingpatientlyconfusedwaiting for that sign,from Godor him or heror whatever it is.A soul that is cryingfor spiritual guidancebut pati..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/409809/</link>
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			<title>Stereo Types</title>
			<description>In my townthe skinny people are drug addictsand usersand abusersand their pride is stolen, their worth is worthless and useless.They are skinand bonesand empty mindsand no regretsand 'shut the f**k up'.They have no self dignity leftand self respectand goal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/122583/</link>
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			<description>10 word poem for competition</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/120736/</link>
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			<title>Dark Knight</title>
			<description>For 10 word contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/120733/</link>
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			<title>Yoga Morning</title>
			<description>Tranquillity in this poseWhen I breathe in and outAn energy travels into my spaceCalmness caresses my face&amp;nbsp;Clarity is now my friendI know that I am realEach move I make, rewakes my bloodIt tingles through my veins&amp;nbsp;This stretch gives me reliefThe core i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/118917/</link>
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			<title>My Goddess</title>
			<description>Inside of me a burning lustThe moon is full, the tide is highI&amp;rsquo;m naked to the coreSalty ocean licks my toesI, willingly walk inNeptune&amp;rsquo;s fluid fingers caress meTrying to lure me, perhaps?Only makes me burn, even moreTonight I aim to sacrificeWhat little ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/118915/</link>
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			<title>Terrorist?</title>
			<description>for a competition using 4 random words from the dictionary</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/115811/</link>
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			<title>What is Poetry?</title>
			<description>[What is poetry? you ask while piercing/ my pupil with your blue pupil./ What is poetry! And you are asking me?/ Poetry... is you.]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/114856/</link>
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			<description>Mirror on my wallWho is fanciest of all?Make the final call</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/111114/</link>
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			<description> My man is in love with Mary Jane. She is so hot when she calls his name&amp;nbsp;He runs for miles just to catch a glanceI know with her he will dance the last dance&amp;nbsp;She is his one love, and always will beSadly I know this, it will never be me&amp;nbsp;He cour..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/110306/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>Your hand lies lifeless on the edge of the bed, last night was no dream at all.Your smooth skin so delicately freshand yet,you are so still, so statuesque.&amp;nbsp;I look away for a moment feeling blinded by your beauty, robbed by un-innocent thoughts, which are rampag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/109712/</link>
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			<title>The seeking</title>
			<description>An eternal search, for the reincarnation of youEvery woman&amp;rsquo;s unborn child, each breath of fresh airAll the unmet friends, they could be, but are they, you?&amp;nbsp;My teacher and friend, to where, did you disappear?I&amp;rsquo;ve let the dogs out, they are sniffing everywher..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butterflymagic/96791/</link>
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