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			<title>prayer</title>
			<description>Lord God I come to you on bended kneesWith my heart so heavy and my tears so manyFor mountains of sorrow are tearing at my lifeThe past has controlled me, The wounds so deeply scaringThis life that you have given me. &amp;nbsp;I do not venture out to do the thingsI know you would have ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Promiss/287568/</link>
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			<title>Left Out</title>
			<description>feeling sorry for myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Promiss/286461/</link>
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			<title>Peace Be still</title>
			<description>This was written to encourage an old friend!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Promiss/283254/</link>
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			<description>The Heart is so fragile,it hurts and breaks with a word.One day it flourishes like a new rose.the next it shatters to the groundHe seamed the one I'd longed for,Like the tender man of my dreamsA knight in faded blue jeanswith a chip on his shoulderand a smile that melted my heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Promiss/282939/</link>
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			<title>My Heart</title>
			<description>I saw my heart tonight in a dream.It was tattered and worn.So much pain and hurt filled it overflowing.I watched in horror as sin pored from itturning everything it touched to ash.I wept bitterly as each minute my heartbecame more consumed with the hurtand it begin to witherlike ..</description>
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