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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>What a sad place this is,This world which we live in.Where the smart are punishedThe clever are isolatedAnd the talented are mocked.&amp;nbsp;What a sad place this is,This world which we live in.Where hate is approvedAnd love is refutedAnd war rages amongst kinsme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1251234/</link>
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			<title>A Walk in The Rain</title>
			<description>The air is thick and muggy. Fresh and clean with the impending rain. The rustle of wind bears warning of the storm clouds moving in. The mini gust and slight breeze carry the sweet perfumes of the lilac bushes lining the street corner. My lips spread into a grin far too big for my face as I remember..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1223842/</link>
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			<title>Not My City</title>
			<description>As a Bostonian, the marathon bombings have greatly disturbed me. I was at the one mile marker but I was supposed to be at the finish line. I just suppose someone was lookin over me that day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1161472/</link>
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			<title>Similar, Not Congruent</title>
			<description>I had to write about who/what is the last dream of my soul. As you can tell, my brother is my everything and I wouldn't be the person I am today without him. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1138428/</link>
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			<title>Looking In.</title>
			<description>Look me in the eyeAnd tell me all your secretsAnd all of your liesTell me of your regretsAnd your disappointmentsAnd your upsetsLook me in the eyeAnd tell me I'm the monsterThat there's nothing else to my lifeThan what you all seeTell me I'm a loserWith no lifeAnd no fu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1126203/</link>
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			<title>fell</title>
			<description>All I know is that I fell for a boywith a heart of gold,that made me smile like my best friend, was as comforting as a brother,and as charming as true love.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Love is patient. Love is kind. Love can make you lose your mind.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1117168/</link>
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			<title>Down</title>
			<description>I am falling. &amp;nbsp;Down &amp;nbsp;dOwn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;doWn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;dowNI go, spiraling out of control.Gravity overrules all.and my broken beaten wingshave no wind beneath them. they do nothing to stop me from fallingDown&amp;nbsp;dOwn&amp;nbsp; doWn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dowN'til I hit the ground.The cold hard ceme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1115214/</link>
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			<title>Look at me.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You look at meand all you seeis a girl that means nothing&amp;nbsp;he looks at my lifeof toil and strifeand feels bad for me in a way I don't like&amp;nbsp;you see me brokenwell beyond repairI see it as a new strengthmy endurance, a new length&amp;nbsp;he looks at me with sorrow in his eyesthis look he ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1112256/</link>
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			<title>Temptations</title>
			<description>I wrote this to address the common but overlooked problem of self harm. I hope this puts it in perspective for all you idiots that think cutting is &quot;just for attention&quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1106718/</link>
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			<title>Twenty Thirteen</title>
			<description>A plea for better days and some luck for the new year. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1098402/</link>
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			<title>Penny For Your Thoughts?</title>
			<description>Sitting on the rooftopWatching the raindropsLanding with a pitter-patterAs my teeth start to chatterNowhere to beNothing to seeBeen everywhere there is to beSeen everything there is to seeWatching the sunriseLike its some big surpriseWith its bright yellows and bluesAlmost ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1097958/</link>
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			<title>Unopened Presents</title>
			<description>This is a short piece I wrote on Christmas as I remembered the tragedy in Newtown, CT.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1096855/</link>
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			<title>Sleep</title>
			<description>Sometimes you're in too deep,but you don't realize it 'til you start losing sleep.Then you're about as good as deadas you lie restless, awake in bed.&amp;nbsp;Your mind begins to wanderand your eyes start to reddenYour life, you begin to ponderwith no idea where your thoughts are heading&amp;nbsp;You feel t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricekrisbtreats/1096840/</link>
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