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		<title>Kayleigh | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Kayleigh</description>
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			<title>Are You Human?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The bold letters blur together across the computer screen.What kind of question is that?If I can identically identify the characters you've chosen,then I'm automatically a human, right?Consider this. Computers are genius.They send messages in a second across millions of miles.They have program..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/960794/</link>
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			<title>Alarms.</title>
			<description>A&amp;nbsp;black and white barcode covers the beautiful face of this children's toy. Not only because the child might be tempted,but also as a precaution.The parents might encourage them.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/960792/</link>
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			<title>Hatch.</title>
			<description>Last spring two ducks built their nests.One carefully,the other not so much.They hatched and moved on to other places.I thought we would have by now,yet we are still here,as if we are waiting on something.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/815005/</link>
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			<title>The Working Mother</title>
			<description>My coffee's&amp;nbsp; brewingDrip-drip-drip10 a.m.and you're here, demanding your cappuccino with an extra shot.I know you'll complain afterwards that it's too strong,You're on the phone, of course.Complaining. The whine of your voice makes my head ache.As i prepare your drink I listen.You go on about&quot;O..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/810359/</link>
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			<title>Release.</title>
			<description>Cold air penetrates the tiny holes in my sweaterAs I race to the carEscape!CD of my choiceSoftly filling the carThe streetlights blur It's as if they are on fireThe way I feelwhen I'm with you.I won't enjoy that pleasure tonight.I pass by all of our placesi don't let my eyes searchfor your car.I don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/809945/</link>
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			<title>The little Things</title>
			<description>Once people fall in love,they tend to fall in to a routineYou have to appreciate little thingsand how much these gestures mean&amp;nbsp;Days turn in to weeks,then weeks to months&amp;nbsp;Suddenly we've been together three years and I have to think a little to remember&amp;nbsp;Remember the first ti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/756608/</link>
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			<title>Please.</title>
			<description>busy schedules with work and baby inspired me to write this about my wonderful husband.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/745810/</link>
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			<title>Logan</title>
			<description>About my son.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/462376/</link>
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			<title>Jon &lt;3</title>
			<description>A feeling unexplainableWhen you look into my eyesHearts skip a beat then increaseLeaving footprints there I can't erase&amp;nbsp;and then&amp;nbsp;In your absenceI feel a part of me is goneI sink into my coversYour scent&amp;nbsp; envelopes meI breathe deeper, take as much as I can&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/320139/</link>
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			<description>This is about my first &quot;love&quot;. we had quite the relationship.
sometimes i still feel this way though.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/300998/</link>
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			<title>Rachel</title>
			<description>One morning I woke up before my cousin, Rachel, and this was right before she started high school.
It could also be applied to my sister now, who is a Freshman this year.... And I feel even more strongly when it comes to her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/300995/</link>
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			<title>Hungry Eyes</title>
			<description>Hungry eyesEmotion still yet lingers secretlyDoes the object see through this disguise?of the appetite, eyes wish to be free&amp;nbsp;Even greater is the cravingFrom the neck downTo feel his loving arms surroundWhat was lost once again found&amp;nbsp;still yet there are matters of the he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/300991/</link>
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			<description>Shrewd eyes staring upfrom mysterious depths&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Inspiration comesThose eyes pierce through the nightWarning the preyWatch closely sweet friends,If you wish to see a new day&amp;nbsp;Yet sweetness diffusesfrom such&amp;nbsp;a faceA heartstring ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/300989/</link>
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			<title>Total Eclipse of the Heart</title>
			<description>My Junior Year in high school we had an assignment where we picked a song and wrote a sonnet using the emotion that the song conveys. This was mine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/300987/</link>
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			<title>A New Outlook</title>
			<description>Driving to work was the most harried time of my day. No matter how early I left my house, how prepared I was, I always had that feeling I was missing something, I felt behind before I'd even arrived.&amp;nbsp;These were fears I had every day, in many situations, but those five minutes speeding along i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/295901/</link>
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			<description>Not a personal experience, though I do prefer crying in the shower to anything.
but a girl in middle school..well...this happened to her. I used to help her find library books every morning. I had no idea.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/293484/</link>
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			<title>you Drown me.</title>
			<description>The sky is an oceanClouds rolling inGrey and murky cover blueInside I feel the painHurricans and TsunamisLooking in your eyesCrystal blue lined with silverJust as I previously saw the skyAlas the calm never staysWorld's views erase our peaceYour face slowly fades awayAs I drown..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/293480/</link>
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			<title>First  Glance</title>
			<description>Looking back....I realize....that in the moment I met him I saw our whole relationship play out in my mind. I felt my heart rate increase unsteadily when his eye met mine, not hidden as well as I'd thought under the ridiculous bright yellow hats we were forced to wear at The Banana Hut.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/293175/</link>
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			<title>Letters to You</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/293157/</link>
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			<title>Follow Your Heart.</title>
			<description>The person who inspired this is gone now.... but not from my thoughts, nor my heart.
Its amazing that I can have literary inspiration while rolling up a water hose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/x2fast4luvx/289557/</link>
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