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			<title>I am</title>
			<description>I am memoriesof yesterdaythat refuse to sleep,and never rest.&amp;nbsp;I am the tearsthat fall from my eyes,washing awaythe dust of my soul.&amp;nbsp;I am the darknessthat goes unseen,in the sanctums ofmy broken mind.&amp;nbsp;I am regretthat shadows each step,reminding meof ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seasons-Change/213493/</link>
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			<title>Broken Ambition</title>
			<description>I want to paint paininto beauty, but my brushcan't find the colors.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seasons-Change/213492/</link>
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			<title>The Poet</title>
			<description>Each syllable fallssweet from his lips like kissesupon my heartbeat.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seasons-Change/213490/</link>
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			<title>Prisoner of Words</title>
			<description>They say through the wordsof a poet,you can paint beauty into pain.&amp;nbsp;Wish I could paint thatpicture pretty.&amp;nbsp;To write myself free,of the hell I created.&amp;nbsp;Wish the pages wouldswallow my tears.&amp;nbsp;Separating my(securities)from the lines they fall(in) betwe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seasons-Change/213489/</link>
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			<title>She Smiles</title>
			<description>She smiles,in hopes of disguisingher fall from grace.&amp;nbsp;Crying,only when darkness setsshadowing tears.&amp;nbsp;She smiles,even as eternalflames ignite fear.&amp;nbsp;Burning,through years of innocencenow ash of dream.</description>
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			<title>Dream Divine: a Lune</title>
			<description>He who writes of lovemust surely havetasted of beauty she posesses.For he who hasn't, writesnot of tastebut of a dream divine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seasons-Change/213486/</link>
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			<description>You blanket me with your words,Inscripting your beautyOnto the hearts of many.Dipping souls into theSweetness of your poetry.Caressing minds gently,As you tuck us into dream.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seasons-Change/213483/</link>
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			<title>The Will to Live</title>
			<description>I know there are much bigger thingsin the world than I,But that doesn't mean I won't&amp;nbsp;drownin the tears I cry.&amp;nbsp;Even though there are worser fearsthan what lies inside,Can't make the heart beat faster onceit slows down to die.</description>
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