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			<title>Euphoria</title>
			<description>Magnolia trees, grass, the stain of dark blue ink, alcohol, and destiny paved into the shady sidewalk that returns us back to our innocent pasts.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/befree2012/1046440/</link>
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			<title>New York, New York</title>
			<description>Crowds descend to the BatteryAs a million dreams ascend into an azure sky.And the Hudson drenched in the glisteningUnrivaled glory of Manhattan&amp;rsquo;s skyscrapers,Specimens of human ambition, Forever preserved in concrete and glass.Just three metro st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/befree2012/1035183/</link>
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			<title>Realities</title>
			<description>Not everything appears as it is.</description>
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			<title>The Nude Writer</title>
			<description>There she sits on that datedcream sofa,That notebook in which sheconfides,A contrast to the dark apartment,A wilted rose inside.&amp;nbsp;Ten years she&amp;rsquo;s waited, nomore, no lessAnd yet the transcripts&amp;nbsp;stay,gathering dust,A thousand thoug..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/befree2012/1033495/</link>
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			<title>To Run</title>
			<description>Unableto hold my breath any longerThepages of my lifeBrimming with hastily corrected mistakesRippedoutTornapart and BurntParentsscreaming by the open doorIrun.HalfnakedUndecidedSatanwatches enthusiastically from aboveI..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/befree2012/1032977/</link>
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			<title>A Tribute to Darkness </title>
			<description>My head sunk into the softness of thepillow, toy cars hidden under the mattress clinking under my weight. Here, here in the light I was safe. Safe from the unknown,the demons that lurked in shadows and feasted off the fear of small childrenlike me. Even so, my littl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/befree2012/1031416/</link>
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			<title>An Unfortunate Coincidence</title>
			<description>The short, saddening story of a relationship that ends abruptly in a rather unforeseen twist.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/befree2012/1031414/</link>
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			<title>Black Scarves</title>
			<description>I do not mean to offend anyone through this poem,  and I do realise it is opinionated, but what is the meaning of language if people do not have the freedom to express their feelings and opinions? </description>
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