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			<title>Storm of Poseidon</title>
			<description>This just flowed from my fingertips in one sitting though I am not sure if it's more prose than poetry, but such is inspiration. Rarely does it fit a format, but rather it simply fits you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1605665/</link>
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			<title>I Believe In The Stars</title>
			<description>Unintentional. That's the best kind of poetry, I think.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1527597/</link>
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			<title>I'm Adrift</title>
			<description>I can't say anything straight. Or short. I'm annoying like that. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1526529/</link>
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			<title>Salt &amp; Bleach</title>
			<description>I don't tend to write angry poetry. This is though.

I also rarely revise or edit my writing because I change it endlessly. I spent days destroying and molding this.

Hope it isn't choppy a read.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1523414/</link>
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			<title>R.I.P. Robin (April 24, 2000), I Love You </title>
			<description>15 years ago today.

April 24, 2000

The world lost an angel.

I lost a best friend.

And these are my tears over the years.

Words. Always words. Just words.

Words trying to understand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1521805/</link>
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			<title>Inevitable Disaster</title>
			<description>There is nothing more transparent than when a heart beating as one fractures and becomes.. the inevitable disaster.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1519832/</link>
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			<title>Storybook Angel</title>
			<description>What more can be said about the wings of a seraph whose smile is just as wide, that covers you in the comfort of the stories from fairy tale magic books that once kept you wide-eyed every single night</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1519407/</link>
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			<title>She Dances In The Moonlight</title>
			<description>Ever been envious of those with a myriad qualities of creative expression that seem to be boundless? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1517799/</link>
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			<title>Promise Me Forever</title>
			<description>This probably is as close a definition who am I as I will ever be able to answer in such a succinct and presentable way. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1517366/</link>
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			<title>Candles To The Stars</title>
			<description>Ever thought for a moment you might be able to wish something true? Believe in it so fervently and with purity that it might truly come to pass?

Candles to the stars, darling.. candles to the stars</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1517215/</link>
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			<title>we are</title>
			<description>A piece about what constitutes the storybook of my hand in her's and her hand in mine and what we are, time after time..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1516646/</link>
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			<title>Something More Than Words</title>
			<description>This is the best and worst of me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1513124/</link>
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			<title>The Rearview</title>
			<description>She tried to break me.

It's up to me to make me.

Save me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1506894/</link>
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			<title>At Our Feet</title>
			<description>It's everything I wanted, and everything I can never be.. the truth in a word in print in long form to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1506888/</link>
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			<title>Cherish You</title>
			<description>And sometimes the inspiration comes from old lines in the written poems of my heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LoveSuicide/1506478/</link>
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