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			<title>thinking in ink</title>
			<description>Im all alone, this pen is my best friend.the paper the window to my thoughts, its the next step.to showing you just how much i miss the summer.with our initials on the tree in your yard we stood under.we withstood the thunder even though we were new to this.and as we grew together i grew more toward..</description>
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			<title>Dear, The Past</title>
			<description>i could have swore id whiped this slate clean.i could have sworn youd know what id mean.when i said your mine you will be forever.when i said lets do this ill make myself better.but for me to get better it took getting worse.what i wanted became nothing more than a curse.that would burden my life da..</description>
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			<title>The Real Problem Here Is Candy Apples</title>
			<description>a dark deep depressing thought.playing us a symphony for what we lost.a long,dark,meaningless starefrom across the world in the middle of nowhere.a broken beaten empty town.looks as if it were never even found.a spirit wandering with no emotion but spite.kills the day and brings the nighta lie about..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johns-summon4/489662/</link>
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			<title>Where Are You Tonight?</title>
			<description>where are you tonight? my mind aches with thoughts and wonders.i lay here alone, my head is cleared by the sound of thunder.the storm rolls on, and you are gone, woah oh oh.&amp;nbsp;my arms are empty, your not what you promised to be.where are you now, cuz your sure as hell not next to me.i..</description>
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			<description>hold my handits you and methis is howit will always beNO! what you hope for cant always become,thats what we wanted, but now that its donei want you to knowill never fully let goill just sit back and watch us becomejust another one, that couldnt make it.i know this hurts dont try..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johns-summon4/341311/</link>
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			<title>drowning</title>
			<description>Im on a sea and staring out.No energy left to scream or shout.your out of sight but not out of mind.Ive been here for quite some time.debating whether to drown myself or stay alive.in hope that one day you will rescue me.from the darkest depths of this endless sea.that you were once wi..</description>
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			<description>he lay down barrel to head.wishing this moment he were already dead.crushed by the hopes of a hopeless dream.the stitches in his heart start to tear at the seams.he takes a deep breath this is taking too long.a pull of the trigger its over, hes gone</description>
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			<title>Are We Okay</title>
			<description>This Dial tone makes my ears ring. Her voice makes my heart sing. But will i ever hear it again? is this really going to be the end? Has she said goodbye for the last time? Im left alone and begin to cry. Phone By my side and im awaiting a ring. To hear her say i love you is the only thing, that got..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johns-summon4/280778/</link>
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			<title>dream</title>
			<description>memories forgotten needed to move past this moment, needed to fix what has broken.Days among a toxic past. a hopeless dream that will never last. awakening turns a heart to stone. but is the&amp;nbsp;forbidden slumber worth awakening into the cold again? her heart is with the sleep combining the tears t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johns-summon4/263403/</link>
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			<title>nouse</title>
			<description>an average cut that turns to scar.chances we had to go fat.an endless flame kindled with hope.burning above it, eyes filled with smoke.A complete rage blinding my heart.Another love in need of an ending to start.an endless flame kindled with hope.and i dangle so nicely from under this ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/johns-summon4/263401/</link>
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			<title>venomous dream</title>
			<description>A faint Memory In The Haze an the smoke.a simple regret, a lie to provoke.a tear to fall from these bloodshot eyes.a shattered and broken dream on you it relies.a comforting voice whos lies sound so true.a love once thought lost to start over new.a person forgotten known as mistake.a v..</description>
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			<title>MOONLIT SKY</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;verse1&amp;quot;in this moonlit sky.your so beautiful.your eyes set on mine.i've never felt so alive.as when your by my side.but im scared, to take you back this time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;qu..</description>
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