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		<description>The original writings of author Imelda Blackheart</description>
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			<title>Sculpted</title>
			<description>Some thoughts based loosely around the phrase &quot;Beauty is fleeting&quot;. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1376087/</link>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>I think I'm just going to end up starting some kind of book that consists of all my late night/early morning ramblings. There's just that many. Anyhow, I think the subject of this poem is obvious.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1376071/</link>
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			<title>Trumpet Sounds</title>
			<description>Another 2 A.M. rambling, though this one consists of a message to a deity. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1376067/</link>
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			<title>Clocks</title>
			<description>My 2 A.M. thoughts about time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1376062/</link>
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			<title>The Wings of the Eagle</title>
			<description>This was a poem that I wrote for my mom last mother's day (she really liked it). I hope that you like it, too!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1174335/</link>
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			<title>A Bird's Flight</title>
			<description>This is a longer poem about the pain of loss and the brightness of a new hope. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1128085/</link>
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			<title>A Mother's Love</title>
			<description>This was something I wrote for my mom whenever I was eight for Mother's Day. I think it's kind of cute, so I decided that other people might enjoy it as well. So... enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1128076/</link>
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			<title>What is love?</title>
			<description>This is for a contest that interested me enough to make me write something to enter in it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1096359/</link>
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			<title>I Miss Those Days</title>
			<description>A simple poem about a friendship muddled by love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ariablackheart/1079473/</link>
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			<title>Looking at an Empty Page... What to do with Writer's Block</title>
			<description>Ok, so I lied a little bit. This isn&amp;rsquo;t an actual story, but I think that this article could help other writers like myself who find themselves wanting staring at a blank page for an hour. Enjoy!  </description>
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