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			<title>To My Real Bunny</title>
			<description>Um.. Bunny is a nickname I gave to this guy... Ha.
If you're thinking &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/309165/</link>
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			<title>Dear Sweet Child -Uncomplete-</title>
			<description>This is a poem about a little girl that I was a mentor for, some school program. In the end, I'm glad I was in that program.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/308604/</link>
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			<title>Vince</title>
			<description>This is just a really simple poem I wrote a long time ago. More than 2 years to be exact...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/228820/</link>
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			<title>Trapped Behind My Blade</title>
			<description>You tell me that cutting isn't right,I say shut up because it's not your fight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Everyday is a battle for me,seeing less and less of my sanity.&amp;nbsp;Trying to numb the pain inside,finding it harder to do each time I cry.&amp;nbsp;All the pain inside,comes at me with one p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/227166/</link>
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			<title>Addiction Without Mind</title>
			<description>Something I wrote when I was pretty mad...It's not the best, but I really like it.
The addiction I'm referring to would be, someone seeking the life that they desire, but too helpless to do anything about it, and of course your normal addictions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/227154/</link>
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			<title>For if You Leave</title>
			<description>This is a little poem I wrote for one of my managers... I had a bit of a crush on her and she was possibly going to transfer to a different place to work. In the end, she didn't end up leaving, although she read this before telling me so. -.-&amp;quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/227149/</link>
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			<title>How Much You Mean</title>
			<description>Something I wrote for a close friend of mine..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/227147/</link>
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			<title>My Angels</title>
			<description>A short little poem I just came up with.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/227146/</link>
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			<title>The Reason That I Am</title>
			<description>A very emotional poem that I wrote about an important person...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AshliDawn/227143/</link>
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