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			<title>Only me</title>
			<description>I am myself.I may try to look a certain part.Act a certain way.But only you and I know who I truly am.&amp;nbsp;I have imperfections.But I am only me.&amp;nbsp;And you love it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/305176/</link>
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			<title>Dear Birthday Girl.</title>
			<description>Happy birthday to me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/303544/</link>
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			<title>Smile.</title>
			<description>You're a blessing from God.The greatest gift anyone could give.A smile.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/296177/</link>
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			<title>See..</title>
			<description>Late at night emotions run through my mind about how the past can cause heart break.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/294900/</link>
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			<title>Dreams.</title>
			<description>I wish this could be real.Not just a fanstasy.There is so much pleasure.So little pain.&amp;nbsp;It feels so realistic.The warm sun on my skin.The touch of the grass below my feet.The wind blowing through my hair.&amp;nbsp;Something this sweet can't end.It shouldn't.If I drift in it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/290714/</link>
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			<title>First date.</title>
			<description>Oh the joys of a teenagers first date.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/290372/</link>
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			<title>Radio.</title>
			<description>I tried a rhyming thing. It didn't work out so well.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/289863/</link>
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			<title>Caught</title>
			<description>Originally written November 10th, 2007</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/289649/</link>
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			<title>Dry Up.</title>
			<description>Originally written February 9th, 2008</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/289647/</link>
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			<title>Ripped.</title>
			<description>Originally written February 9th, 2008</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/289645/</link>
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			<title>Ending.</title>
			<description>I saw you today.You were within reach again, unlike yesterday.When we gazed into each others eyes, nothing felt like it could go wrong.Like my twisted stomach had those millions of butterflies had reappeared.Just like a school girl crush.But I cried in your arms.When I'm with you, I am s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lesyrhc/289627/</link>
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