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		<description>The original writings of author tiffanyrenee</description>
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			<title>Life is Ours</title>
			<description>Just a short poem about a take on life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1479940/</link>
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			<title>Breaking Free</title>
			<description>Suspense</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1479930/</link>
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			<title>Our Story</title>
			<description>Love is a gift. Something people take for granted. Love is to be cherished, enjoyed, and appreciated. Nothing is like love, nor will anything.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1396509/</link>
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			<title>Rejected</title>
			<description>Very short poem.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1302904/</link>
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			<title>Me</title>
			<description>I can't be who you want ME to beI'm changing now&amp;nbsp;Don't hold ME backThe way i lookThe way i actThe way i feel is up to MEand only MEI'm starting over anew&amp;nbsp;There is nothing you can doTo stop ME from being ME</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1265476/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A strong windgust blows my hair into my face and I scramble to put it back. I look up fromleaning and meet Zach&amp;rsquo;s eyes looking right through mine. My heart drops. Myhead rests on his chest.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Morning.&amp;rdquo; Hesays. I loo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1250435/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Days pass sincewe decided to settle near the remains of the bridge. Zach&amp;rsquo;s leg seems to havemostly healed. He can walk by himself now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Do you thinkwe have been in one place for too long?&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1249443/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;Wake up!&amp;rdquo; noresponse. &amp;ldquo;God damn it!&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Wake up!&amp;rdquo; Isaid&amp;rdquo;. The cut slowed its bleeding. A different towel is placed around his legagain. The shoestring is retied.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How long has itbeen now?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1220294/</link>
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			<title>A Last Flame</title>
			<description>This poem is about what is inside pushing to follow your dream. (The poem is supposed to be shaped like a candelabra. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1188609/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>I've changed it up a bit, so it would make more sense.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1187194/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>This is the first chapter of my inprogress book Living in Hell. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1187191/</link>
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			<title>Living in Hell</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1186945/</link>
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			<title>The Empitness</title>
			<description>Darkness engulfs meHolds me hostageAt it's mercyI struggleTrying to break freeI am unsuccessfulScreams shattered in the blacknessAnd go nowhereI am aloneMy heart racesThumping,Thumping in my chestThe loudest thing I hearBlind eyes search the emptinessInvisible tears steam down my faceEverything gone..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1134625/</link>
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			<title>Together Forever</title>
			<description>Nothing is the same when heis around meMy heartbeat, faster, mybreathing, heavier, My eyes, twinkling, mycheeks, rosierThe touch of his hand on myarmThe feeling of his fingers entwinedin mineThat smile he aims at meThose eyes that I can&amp;rsquo;t keepin contact ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1134621/</link>
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			<title>Perfection</title>
			<description>Perfection doesn't exist </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1134616/</link>
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			<title>The Little Things</title>
			<description>Life's vibrant colorsshow their phosphorescent light on the soil of the earth&amp;nbsp;The leaves dance tothe wind's beautifully composed symphonyThe sun awakeseverything with its bright and cheerful glowSmiles on faces,laughs in the air, and twinkles in eyesMake me think how alllife can pass ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1134600/</link>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>	I could sit in eerily silence in my room and hear the sirens of police cars. It doesn't affect me much anymore because I have been hearing them all my life. Not knowing whether that police car I'm hearing is coming for my daddy or my brother makes me uneasy. One day, I was right. A police car came ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1057589/</link>
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			<title>Siren Song</title>
			<description>This is story of my life. A 13 year old African Americana who lives in a rough neighborhood with an even rougher life. My name is Deon. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1057577/</link>
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			<title>The Man in the Mirror</title>
			<description>I was running, sprinting even. Running from something, but I didn't know what. It was nearing me as I ran towards a clearing. I stumbled and turned. It was right there..it grabbed my shoulder...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loverofwriting/1057519/</link>
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