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			<title>Be free.</title>
			<description>Set yourself free be who it is you long to benever lose that amazement over the beauty of treesbe a child again and dance under a blanket of falling leaf'sLife is a gift and tomorrow holds no guarantee'sLet your toes feel the earth in between them and have the sun kiss your cheeksleap hi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mslatina82/325747/</link>
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			<title>Lil boy true</title>
			<description>i over heard a conversation and the father was speaking about his son who had recently passed and it was interesting to hear what he had to say so this kinda stuck with me and i wrote this poem.take it for what it is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mslatina82/324844/</link>
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			<title>An Unwilling Soulmate</title>
			<description>For as long as i can remember there has always been that romantic side of me that overdoses on thoughts and daydreams of finally meeting the one that my heart belongs to.There are books and songs,poems and paintings,it seems love is mans 1 true drug,its sweet euphoric essence shoots thru the bod..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mslatina82/316102/</link>
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			<title>9/11</title>
			<description>Like many other people I remember where i was and exactly what i was doing on 9/11.It started off as a wacked day for me i had made my way into work mistakenly thinking i was supposed to be there,Making my way back home i noticed more than a few cars pulled off to the side of the road making calls..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mslatina82/316033/</link>
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			<title>Dear Mother</title>
			<description>Dear mother,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bounded together through blood,likeness,quarrels and tears.The memories of us can be described with endearment laced with bitterness in past years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Words spoken in heat that sliced into the skin like freshly sharpened knives.An unforgiving vow to not sp..</description>
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			<title>Fiona</title>
			<description>Now here is a little something i have never really shared with anyone.Late at night when its just dark and im left with my thoughts and if by chance some other event of nonimportance does not start to dance thru my brain like a sugar plum fairy on crack,I slowly begin to think of what I've come to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mslatina82/313666/</link>
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			<title>Nam Myoho Renge Kyo</title>
			<description>In recent months I have been doing a little searching of the soul one might say,always considering my self a very spiritual person i was lacking a way to focus that part of myself and due to that, feeling very lost spiritually.I was born catholic and raised by very old school catholics (my grandpa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mslatina82/313203/</link>
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