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			<title>The Shoe Tree</title>
			<description>When you are a child, you think like a child, but later when you grow up you tend to leave what is childish and merge into the world of reality, although sometimes when you never expect it, flashbacks take you back to live in the past for a moment and it makes you smile..&amp;nbsp;In one of my earli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amusedmonkey/233977/</link>
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			<title>Alice in RealLand</title>
			<description>a rabbit holeand Shattered dreamscaught the airchase a mistI find myselfon my way downon my way downI have lost identitya chain of lieslasted until eternityon my way downfaces lost their featureswhat was hope?what is fear?what will be sanity?so confused,what will ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amusedmonkey/232241/</link>
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			<title>Dissolve..</title>
			<description>these golden rayscaress your skinas I caress your cheekwake up it's 6 o'clockgrass is crying perfectlylets gather some teardropsI'll watch you opening your eyesdon't say a word..birds on the tree have said it allthe fireplace still needs some woodand I'll prepare some morning tea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amusedmonkey/231823/</link>
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			<title>Gardenia</title>
			<description>She moves in wavesin circlesshe movesGardeniablack hairmy festival is redStunnedand time is upfight or flightmusicI'll fightI'll grab her nowwe'll spinour breath is soreThe heat is burningher fingertipsmaking soundsburningHer inner selfher intuitionscann..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amusedmonkey/231788/</link>
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			<title>Sleeping beauty and the rain</title>
			<description>Rain..This night is caped in blackness intensively reflecting silence, glued to the sky, barely touching horizon. Lost clouds embrace each other like a scattered existence trying to find a clue.Thunder mislead by light finds it's way into my soul. It will be a short while before raindrops dance on..</description>
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