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		<description>The original writings of author MisguidedGhost</description>
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			<title>Undecided</title>
			<description>Will and Fiona are on a path of destruction. Something has curropted their town. Will finding himself helpless for the first time, tries to convince Fiona that quick thinking is the key to survival.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1155666/</link>
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			<title>Stepping Stools- A Monologue</title>
			<description>Anne &amp; John were involved once. Over time things changed. Their relationship died but their love never faded. After a few years of seperation, they find each other again. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1087974/</link>
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			<title>The past presents us our future</title>
			<description>I was lost in those bits of light from the moonThe shine that brings compassion and lonliness I cried for a moment because you weren't thereIn my moment of weakness I wish you wereI realized it hurt to recollect what I meant to loseThe fear of losing another ripped up my heartIt wasn't t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1064264/</link>
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			<title>Delinquent Hearts</title>
			<description>To know everything about someoneIs never enoughIf you care for them that muchIt's far to vagueYou want to kiss their skinAnd stare at their smileAdore their innocenceAnd cherish their rebellion Keep them in your heartIt may take up too much roomBut you're willing to let them stay..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1061470/</link>
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			<title>Captivation</title>
			<description>You are undoubetly perfectNo flaw is seen Your energy is amazingIt goes against meBut some how it fitsThe air is gentle but tenseHow could&amp;nbsp;something so brokenJust make so much sense</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1056365/</link>
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			<title>October moon</title>
			<description>They met on a starry nightShe never knew what was to comeThe way she loved him&amp;nbsp;was more than she could ever imagineIt made her cryTears of happiness that she finally found himShe realized that perfection really does existAnd he lived up to every expectation she's ever hadThe love ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1054254/</link>
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			<title>Dreamscape</title>
			<description>We&amp;nbsp;lived in a dreamscape set aside from the world&amp;nbsp;A home to the believers all twisted and twirled&amp;nbsp;Our creations were our getaways and our deisires were in reach&amp;nbsp;What we seeked to find was nothing I could simply teach&amp;nbsp;Just think of what you&amp;nbsp;dream and step..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1042857/</link>
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			<title>Seeking perfection</title>
			<description>I never knew what it was like.&amp;nbsp; What perfection really was.&amp;nbsp; Than I realized that perfection is just every imperfection being unseen.&amp;nbsp; Being seen as beautiful instead of a nuisance or a pestering reminder of something you dislike.&amp;nbsp; Sure I've thought I've witnessed perfection but ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1042853/</link>
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			<title>what seperates us</title>
			<description>Some of us are just based upon our looks or our names that creates all of us into different people. But what people dont understnad is that there is much more then that.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1042369/</link>
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			<title>Captivated</title>
			<description>His body was broken. Her soul was damaged from people before. But what made them fit so well together? It wasn't that they both were two jagged puzzle pieces fitting into one, but because they understand each other. Each others struggle, each others dreams, each others hurt as a human being. It wasn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1042131/</link>
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			<title>Too tired to sleep</title>
			<description>Tired eyes, weak body, drained of energy I'm ripped apart by the constant need to stay awake.&amp;nbsp; I feel as if I haven't rested in days and the pain of keeping my eyes open seemed harder than walking from place to place. Every molecule in my head shut down. I couldnt process anything but sleep, sl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1039455/</link>
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			<title>The ghost in the corner</title>
			<description>She slept awake.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp;a trance almost. Her body was tired and falling into a slumber but her mind still tense. Kept up by the constant fear of what watched her drift into unconsiousness.&amp;nbsp; I'll close my eyes for a moment she thought.&amp;nbsp; What could I miss in a moment?&amp;nbsp; Not much.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1036854/</link>
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			<title>Artists Canvas</title>
			<description>Sometimes painting is more then just a canvas and a brush, but an expression of what we can't say out loud.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1036846/</link>
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			<title>Tree Roots</title>
			<description>I tried symbolizing the tree roots as the youth of our generation growing up and some going and striving for great things but others stuck in the shadows not knowing what to do in life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/heathxexr/1033144/</link>
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