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			<title>You use 'em like tissues</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I haven&amp;rsquo;t minded. It&amp;rsquo;s easy to play the game once you know the rules.Im half mindedly contemplating the repercussions of indiscretion&amp;nbsp;One strikeA red pouty smile and innocent eyesBut fiery kisses and wandering hands, tell me otherwiseA restless mind and lost in t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/487284/</link>
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			<title>A fish in a Hook</title>
			<description>what once was lost isn't so anymorethe misplaced has been replaced with the same facewith a different tastedillusions of indifference fueled by a worthy distraction are realized for their faulty when reality seeps its way into the poor confused and lonely gardenerwho shouldnt f**k arou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/390729/</link>
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			<title>TRALALA</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The feelingIs a bit different this timeTwo, out of my mindAnd in it once againEn francais, they say&amp;nbsp;This is my secret depressionA little obsessionWith putting the past where its supposed to beGetting past&amp;nbsp;The painted portraits and sad sonnets which were yelled..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/378886/</link>
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			<title>Not</title>
			<description>See it notI don't, and am certain of that. making it so everyday and every nightAvoiding any possible confrontations, removing all paths that may lead me to youIt burns my eyes, and my heart still. Though it has staggered from throbs&amp;nbsp;of pain, it eventually dulls to some sort of numbness a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/371732/</link>
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			<title>Broken Glass</title>
			<description>I aint cryin over spilt milkor broken&amp;nbsp;vasesI aint worryin about the stench of the garbagewhy does it smell so horrid?neither of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;fruit flies flying above the&amp;nbsp;peaches sitting in the fruit bowlto eat,&amp;nbsp;seemed like a good idea to begin with,with a wave of my hand,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/369139/</link>
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			<title>Prier</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Verse 1la nuit c&amp;rsquo;est mon amie quandle soleil me br&amp;ucirc;le dans le jour&amp;nbsp;et la lune et les &amp;eacute;toilesqu'ils clignent &amp;agrave; moi gentillement&amp;nbsp;ils disent que j'attends un moment ma chereque mon sourire sera fourniavec le lever du soleil prochain&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/363154/</link>
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			<title>Its the buzzer!</title>
			<description>Its time, nowAnd I have to make the decision to take the step in the right directionMaybe I've been shuffling my way through the crowdThrough the dense brushTapping my fingers on the tableLooking at my peers to see their reactionHesitating and waiting for some sort of signBut wha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/361345/</link>
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			<title>Teddy Teddy</title>
			<description>Its like I'min a crowded roomwith all of my greatest friends, and I don't know who to speak with firstso many stories to sharelaughter to be hadhugs and kisses to givewhere do I start?I feel like an eager little kiddy in a candy shop, not knowing just how to beginMy eyes are so o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/361039/</link>
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			<title>Out on the Road Again</title>
			<description>Its genuine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/360248/</link>
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			<title>What up!?</title>
			<description>Mind vomit :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/360223/</link>
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			<title>The Doorknob</title>
			<description>The little girl feels like a flower, surrounded by a jungle of weedsBeing choked offAnd starved for sweet sunshine&amp;nbsp;A little boy is in a caveIn dirty ragsAnd scabbed kneesAfraid to &amp;nbsp;confront the sunshine&amp;nbsp;And the mother is cooing to her little blank..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/356611/</link>
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			<title>MeA01</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;This is how you know my nameTalk onceLaugh twiceSmile Three Times&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is how we play the gameTalk twiceLaugh three timesWe can&amp;rsquo;t stop smilling&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is how you hold my handKeep TalkingLaughing is distractingSmile into my eyes&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/355968/</link>
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			<title>The Fossil</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She found you a rockAnd coloured it with kisses&amp;nbsp;You gave her the shoulderTwo hits and three misses&amp;nbsp;She painted you a pictureOf the apple of her eye&amp;nbsp;you turned your back to herOne excuse and two lies&amp;nbsp;She gave you the sunand the stars in her heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/355966/</link>
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			<title>Excuse Me</title>
			<description>Vent</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/355063/</link>
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			<title>Arthritis</title>
			<description>We are recycled pieces</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/354233/</link>
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			<title>Stretching</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Nails with dirt&amp;nbsp;Crawling out of the holeAnd walking far, far away from itLooking back and laughingThe sun is always your best friendReddening your cheeksAnd bringing lifeIn all literal and non literal senses&amp;nbsp;Running towards the see saw and tumbling to jump skywa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/352174/</link>
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			<title>DumpTruck</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Trying to fill a hole&amp;nbsp;Dig yourself deeperAnd see the sunlight high aboveDiffused through your foggy breathThe hill is getting steeperAnd you worry how are you going to escapeYour homemade death bed&amp;nbsp;Clawing at the soil franticallyYour nails and hands are dirt fil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/352167/</link>
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			<title>Fingerprint</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be the meWith you&amp;nbsp;The puzzle is too crumpledand it distorts the image&amp;nbsp;The light is filteredIn disarrayThrough your shadowCast against this beautiful glow&amp;nbsp;The two peasWant their own podFor they suffocate in the presence of the oth..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/351989/</link>
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			<title>Rush, Blush and Flushed</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Remember the rush&amp;nbsp;Not thinking at allWhat could this beIm going so far into thisAnd my mind sets me freeLet me know what you think&amp;nbsp;Theres no way that you cantWant this and me and everythingYou cant even blink&amp;nbsp;You don&amp;rsquo;t want me out of your sightL..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/351514/</link>
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			<title>Trust Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Trust me,I know what I&amp;rsquo;m doing&amp;nbsp;I want your eyes to peel away every single piece of clothing on my body&amp;nbsp;The confidence is the mysteryAnd Without history, its perfectNot knowing but wanting toNot feeling but waiting to&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m just teasingIts so eas..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/348118/</link>
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			<title>the limit, as life approaches perfection</title>
			<description>Like climbing mountains</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/347300/</link>
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			<title>Small spec of beauty</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;This life is a short onea lesson we take notice of, in the later years&amp;nbsp;My wishes have been undoneover and again,&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;disappointment reappears&amp;nbsp;A mist on the earth,&amp;nbsp;a sun in&amp;nbsp;pursuit&amp;nbsp;eerie&amp;nbsp;the grey, and softer the glow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a vision ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/341603/</link>
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			<title>On exhaling</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;On Inhaling, and Exhaling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ah, the throbbing painThe flutter in the heart, and not the great kindA pounding on the chestThe stone in the stomachSinking and sinkingPulling you down to hell&amp;nbsp;The wide eyesAnd dropped mouths , gravity tearing off your jawThe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/341070/</link>
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			<title>Belonging to</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Here is a tearWith your name on itA salty reflectionA rejectionAll that we wereAint no more&amp;nbsp;I got your pictureIn my headPasted on the walls of my brainNo it wasn&amp;rsquo;t rightIt wasn&amp;rsquo;t easyits&amp;nbsp;worth the painand im living the gain&amp;nbsp;And here is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/340553/</link>
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			<title>Tomorrow, tomorrow</title>
			<description>There couldn't possibly be one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/340203/</link>
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			<title>When life gives you lemons</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When Life gives you lemonsApril 25th 2008Studying for exams this metaphor in my mindOf the nights awkward passings&amp;nbsp;I have a lemonAnd its beautiful,Round and yellow like the sunshineI squeeze it firmAnd I imagine the long bright beams squirting out of its poresTo fill..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/337900/</link>
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			<title>dirt, and the like</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Like cracks in the porcelainAnd Glass in the sandLike muddy footprints on a clean floorbloody scrapes across a handlike dirt splattered on a windowor a fungus sickening a healthy treelike a cough in a quiet roomor a deafening scream piercing the silent nightyour memory plague..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/337880/</link>
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			<title>Shedding Skin</title>
			<description>trying to understandAnd breatheAllowing the stress to flowOut into oblivionSo lets thinkInto the pastHow has this happenedHow are you shapedBy the hands of your creator.You are radiating negativity...unwillingly?You are happy in your miseryIt is your comfortDo you enjoy it?..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/334391/</link>
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			<title>A Dramatic Exaggeration</title>
			<description>Heal in yearning for the lost
to find something new and beautiful
to find yourself reborn and more wonderful than before</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/323529/</link>
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			<title>he said, she said</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;At first you said itI wondered If, since you said it, you actually felt itOr meant it&amp;nbsp;Then I said itSometimes I felt itA rush, of amourFeelings, without an escapeBut through my mouth, my words, my kissesMy embracesThey would find freedomYou would find them&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EllenMary/308772/</link>
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