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		<description>The original writings of author Tarah</description>
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			<title>The One(?) Musketeers</title>
			<description>Written after moving out of a house filled with drugs, and ending a long term relationship due to said house of drugs we lived in. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/464643/</link>
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			<title>Blank mind open mind</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'mhalf drunk and crazythinking of love maybesof maybe whenand maybe thenand sleeping doesnt phase meits so totally crazy&amp;nbsp;that Ive found this maybea confounding placecase in pointdrunk two am maybesnever saw beforethe way that world surrounds menever saw before..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/464640/</link>
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			<title>Missing you</title>
			<description>Written in November of 2006, about a boy I was with</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/348663/</link>
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			<title>Flow</title>
			<description>Everybody feels a little invisible some times</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/348660/</link>
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			<title>Novus Mihi</title>
			<description>This is not a poem-its a story.But the beat behind my words gets your lips flowing.Slowing till I remember what I used to do.Aw man, the s**t I used to do.Adventures and mishapsBroken dreaming heart attacksFinding your fingertips with mineStaring off into sunshineI reached a new pl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/348659/</link>
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			<title>Space</title>
			<description>Kinda has a few swear words.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/348657/</link>
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			<title>Currently</title>
			<description>A new look. A little more ryhme</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/247979/</link>
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			<title>Lil bit of lyrics 3 am rants</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;the most fucked up strange poem ever.  (least that ive written)F**k itits not even the begining and Im already out of wordsThis poem sucks a*sBut its almost oneAnd I figured that was a good excuseBut lets seeIts the dot dot dotof repititionthe repeat buttonthe stop...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/214110/</link>
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			<title>Fire eyes</title>
			<description>lil bit of pessimism that comes out optimistic in the end</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/214108/</link>
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			<title>Sunrise-Sunset</title>
			<description>All those doubts and fears</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tarah/214101/</link>
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