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			<title>Scrambled Thoughts </title>
			<description>Trigger warning: &amp;#9888;&amp;#65039; 
Still learning to let go of the abuse.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/2860205/</link>
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			<title>Unintentionally Aware</title>
			<description>&quot; Just as we are going to sleep, they are waking up for work. &quot; &amp;copy;&amp;#65039; Annebelle Ashire </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/2860202/</link>
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			<title>Silhouette</title>
			<description>Her body forgot what it was like to feel the heat lift from his form. Her mind forgot what it was like to feel his thoughts comb through her storm.This girl is a simple silhouette,An image in his shadows, and yet..She isn&amp;rsquo;t silent or still She isn&amp;rsquo;t solid or shrill..She c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/2066923/</link>
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			<title>The Demeaned</title>
			<description>I've been lied to.I've been made into a joke.I've been betrayed by you.And on your words I could f*****g choke.Went behind my back.Delivered from family to fiend.Joined together like a rabid pack.You have become the demeaned.The looks on your faces.The secrets you shroud.I hope this disgraces,The fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/954406/</link>
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			<title>Befriending an Enemy</title>
			<description>Have you ever wondered..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/894975/</link>
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			<title>~ Funny Little Details ~</title>
			<description>Love is love :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/581788/</link>
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			<title>~ Wishing up our Dream ~</title>
			<description>listening to &quot;Yours to hold&quot; by Skillet</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/510334/</link>
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			<title>The Way I Saw You</title>
			<description>when we first kissed i learned what falling really was</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/498131/</link>
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			<title>My Letter To You</title>
			<description>I found my true love &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/463666/</link>
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			<title>You Make My Heart Do Flippy-Flops</title>
			<description>I do believe I have snagged one of the last decent men on the face of this planet
:)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/463514/</link>
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			<title>Forgetting Colors</title>
			<description>Look Closely</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/463513/</link>
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			<title>Annebelle is Taunting Me Again...</title>
			<description>Masks</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/463510/</link>
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			<title>To This &quot;Soldier&quot; [#2-Final]</title>
			<description>Never have faith in &quot;words&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/463509/</link>
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			<title>To My Soldier [#1]</title>
			<description>merely one of many to come</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/442946/</link>
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			<title>A Soldier's Shoes</title>
			<description>Keep on keeping on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/442711/</link>
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			<title>Lost in My Escape</title>
			<description>Art - get lost</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/442701/</link>
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			<title>Another &quot;almost&quot; stormy afternoon</title>
			<description>depression hurts</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/442699/</link>
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			<title>~Counting~ USMC</title>
			<description>To My Marine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/442696/</link>
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			<title>Love - and the Keeper</title>
			<description>love causes heart murmurs </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/442694/</link>
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			<title>Faith in WORDS</title>
			<description>too much faith -- too much heart -- perfect way to break myself down...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/425266/</link>
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			<title>Translucent Webs</title>
			<description>Her hands - Their hands [[[ starts off as an understandable Poem ]]] </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/412321/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>She sits in her rocking chair, and the wind sweeps through her silver hair.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/408488/</link>
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			<title>Scrabble</title>
			<description>Plastic words held between your lips,Tipping off the edge of your tongue,Can't wait to spit them in our face.Our square,Your square,He said She said.Scrabble,Rabble,Psychobabble.Contentious,Judgemental,The scholarship of a B*****d.Trapped behind your teeth,Hollow wh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/406209/</link>
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			<title>Black &amp; White Ribbons</title>
			<description>Ten month Anniversary 04/28/08</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/405586/</link>
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			<title>Silently Tortured</title>
			<description>you search for your being, but your shadow is nowhere to be found</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/395734/</link>
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			<title>Ink Trails</title>
			<description>A shot of something blue,a spout of something grey.The sky is of this hue,and it's shadows excite with play.Wrinkled and tattered,unborn and battered.Scattered across fields,hiding behind unnecessary shields.Whispers unspoken,and much fragile glass to be broken.Where is the r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/390554/</link>
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			<title>The Devil's Play Ground</title>
			<description>I have been to Hell and back -I've even played the Devil's&amp;nbsp;version&amp;nbsp;of hacky sack.It's true what they say -&amp;quot; The silence is the worst of all -For when words are seised from speach - And we least expect the damage coming our way - We'll be flat upon our faces,Screaming, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/365939/</link>
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			<title>* Sniffle-Cough-&quot;B***h&quot; *</title>
			<description>Some &quot;friends&quot; can blind your thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/337757/</link>
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			<title>trick ... or ... &quot;Treat&quot;</title>
			<description>Sway me,play me.Strum my every nerve.Curve me,kiss me.Whisper notes I've never heard.Lace your fingers through my tangled hair,Allow me to pull you further in.I want to grasp and steal your muffled air,Just for a moment in achingly sweet sin.Scratch my back with your fingerna..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/336382/</link>
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			<title>Remember Nothing</title>
			<description>Your curious eyes have never met My own - once a deep brown, - no longer wet.Your cautious heart has never beatIn sync with my own - what was once red and blue- is now concrete.Your traveling feet have never pacedAlong side my own - once quickly moving- I wonder if this thought w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/335945/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Aspiration&quot;</title>
			<description>[If one did not know better]&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I would say that ink runs through these veins.Across the rippled pad of blue &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and red lines manifesting my letterWaiting to create the unmistakable inky-black remains.I have been told&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and I must say that I agreeThat ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/334784/</link>
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			<title>*Snap*Crackle*Pop*</title>
			<description>Nausia washes over the now splitting tar he left behind,Thickening the confusion shrouding my mind...Finding empty veins - filling them with grievence,And slowly but surely - causing my inconvinience...Do I need him to move on, for my soul to be whole again,Or will his riddle like ways..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/332540/</link>
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			<title>Simple Acoustics</title>
			<description>These simple hallow sounds are flashing through my mindIn and out and away from my head...Urges to cryThese sounds are reminding me of the things you once said...In public no one cares for the tearsSpacing over the look on my face...But aloneI am safe from the lack of stares in m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/332534/</link>
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			<title>Reality In Your Hands</title>
			<description>It's nights like these, when I think the most...When endless thoughts are my devoted host...I see pictures and hear sounds...Remembering, &amp;quot;hey, you've walked those grounds&amp;quot; ...It's the realization that really burns, though...When you finally see that you have it all,But the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/329440/</link>
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			<title>I Acknowledge Your Swivel of Lies</title>
			<description>TwistingTurningLiftingBurningBreathing[breathless]Heaving[selfless]Intertwine[and now you dine]ShiftingKissingDriftingReminiscingBiting[lying]Fighting [denying]You tangled thread:Your actions may fuse and interplay,But your words remain unsaid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/327502/</link>
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			<title>Not What They Expected</title>
			<description>Danielle - my first love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/325366/</link>
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			<title>You'll Find Me At The Starting Line</title>
			<description>More than ever I allow my head to hang lowBut wary eyes&amp;nbsp;witness all...As I accept each blowSomehow I&amp;nbsp;do not fall...&amp;nbsp;Complaints are accepted by no oneSo let's pretend this is perfection...Everything that's been said has been doneIn turn, we carry no direction...&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/321944/</link>
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			<title>Beauty Does Not Perish</title>
			<description>A rose, Wilting.Its reason unseen...Leaning downward, away from the water contained in the glass.An attempt to save it, gently departing frail, tainted petals.One after the other, witnessing the velvety silk of red, Slightly converting violet at the tips, down to the white, yellow, and p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/321616/</link>
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			<title>&quot; Conscience &quot; or &quot; Soul &quot;</title>
			<description>I wonder...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/321614/</link>
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			<title>PayBack</title>
			<description>I always knew I had a reason to believe you were no father.I just never had the proof,So, I always thought,&amp;quot; Why bother ? &amp;quot;Now I have my excuse,My reason to despise,Now I know your secretsThat I should have seen, burning past your lies !So, here's a common question,How do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/320945/</link>
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			<title>What Does It Take</title>
			<description>It took losing you To prove how much I loved you..It took hating myselfTo prove that this is true..It took a river of tearsTo admit that I cannot go on alone..It took excruciating painTo admit that I held no place in a quiet home..&amp;nbsp;It took following a dreamTo prove how..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/313986/</link>
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			<title>Catch and Release</title>
			<description>[[ song ]]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/312057/</link>
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			<title>Guilt</title>
			<description>An old write from April of '07</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/310279/</link>
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			<title>Number 3</title>
			<description>You make it pretty clear,There's something that I'm saying you don't hear.&amp;nbsp;And when I say goodbye todayIt doesn't mean I'm crawling back tomorrow.You can pray and call and pretend that I'm staying,But you know - that I know-My heart was only borrowed.It was a foolish game one ch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/298907/</link>
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			<title>Directed Against</title>
			<description>We were put here to livelove and forgive.But most chase destructionWhich led to our deductionOthers chose to leave that thoughtand the gun may still be hota little reminder - a forget/me/not.We have just begun this lifeand already so many have consulted the knife.Why self - mutilat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/298904/</link>
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			<title>Whispers In Broad Daylight</title>
			<description>There's reason to believe,That when that first kiss tastes like summer,You'll know...No second guessing -No looking back.A promise embeded upon two hearts -To never let go...So when the tears burn and you're smilling,You have felt love caress your face...So when you look up at him..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/292102/</link>
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			<title>Status Quo</title>
			<description>I want sanity to take a standEven though the world's not ready to be dealt that hand.This &amp;quot;Status Quo&amp;quot; needs a good kick in the a*sBecasuse I'm sick of each mirror reflecting the past.Everyone will assume, suppose, then reactBut when it comes right down to it, it's never what you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/292100/</link>
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			<title>Somewhere Between a Tear and a Smile</title>
			<description>Somewhere between a tear and a smileI found that love has it's very own style.&amp;nbsp;Somewhere between friendship and day dreamsWe found ourselves tripping over unmistakeable seams.&amp;nbsp;Somewhere between a song and cheap lyricsI heard the tune pass through the part&amp;nbsp;between your li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/291391/</link>
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			<title>Wishing - Minus The Candles</title>
			<description>July 17th.....I am 18 - but i've been an adult for an awfully long time...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/290899/</link>
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			<title>Stolen Moments In Time</title>
			<description>Te quiero much&amp;iacute;simo
&amp;lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Annebelle/286632/</link>
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