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		<description>The original writings of author Melissa</description>
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			<title>Worm upon tongue</title>
			<description>enjoying the small things</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebicmel/1169273/</link>
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			<title>Forever a twain</title>
			<description>Relationship of night and day</description>
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			<title>Night's Petulant Cry</title>
			<description>Always the chase</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebicmel/1168078/</link>
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			<title>What do I know</title>
			<description>Beginnings</description>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>Each tear that falls is uniquely one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebicmel/1167694/</link>
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			<title>False prophets</title>
			<description>Hypocrisy that resides within churches</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebicmel/261279/</link>
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			<title>Poverty</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;See,the child.He'scupped to hismother's breast.They're empty.Hoping to feed her babe,her body can't give sustenancewhen she hungers.This is poverty,exposed by her bleeding soul;if only her heart was calloused,then she wouldn't see the tears traildown her c..</description>
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			<title>Baracades</title>
			<description>Sometimes people have a hard time accepting you for what you are and always seek to get from you more than you can give and this poem stems from that.</description>
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			<title>Exquisite delight</title>
			<description>Gently you caressmy fevered body.The skin on my arms&amp;nbsp;sensitive to your breath.&amp;nbsp;Playing with my hair,softly blowing it across my face,like a silk scarf.&amp;nbsp;Sheer delight;You make me feel good,I moan.&amp;nbsp;I want more!Each time i'm in your presence;Oh what hap..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebicmel/257328/</link>
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			<title>Ruins</title>
			<description>An ancient palatineresides among the oleander;a vile killerwho subverted these foundationsupon which shambles now lie.For years foesaggregated together to overthrowand revile this hedonistic sight.With much folly and dangerfailure was always the outcome.Here the sun isrebor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rebicmel/255890/</link>
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			<title>Whiskey Sour Thanks</title>
			<description>WarmHeated liquidIgniting aSlow burnKind of likeEroticYearningsSlowlyOozingUnbridledRomanceTwo soulsHumbledAlignedNeedingKnowing theirSouls are entwined</description>
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