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			<title>Coldest Winter</title>
			<description>The door closes, the coldest winter has arrived.&amp;nbsp;Like the blistering wind chill you've scorned my heart,&amp;nbsp;and just as wind should, you passed me by and never looked back.&amp;nbsp;The snow is growing heavy, it mixes with the only source of emotion&amp;nbsp;that can&amp;nbsp;differentiate itself from my..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CourtneyStephan/1113036/</link>
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			<title>Window Pain</title>
			<description>Her heart obliterated, debris everywhere I step. and from what I can see, no relief where it need be. Light, stricken from the sky. Darkness overwhelms the space above. An endless maze of misery, no birds of peace, the dove. You gave me insight, the small window you built for me. For me to see just ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CourtneyStephan/1106932/</link>
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			<title>Application for Heartbreak</title>
			<description>Application for Heartbreak&amp;nbsp;Date of Application:February 14th, 2000&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Name:&amp;nbsp;Let it be known that this is no specific being.Myself, or you, as we have all been broken.Shattered, at the least. It could just be me.Never mind it has to be. Since when I was brokenthere was no one, just ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CourtneyStephan/1103375/</link>
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			<title>The Flower, The Honey Bee</title>
			<description>The flower,&amp;nbsp;Beautiful, bound to the foundationIn which it receives life, rooted.&amp;nbsp;Driven by the outside forces that keep it alive.Alive, to live, to sprout, to mature, to blossom.&amp;nbsp;Pedals, alluring,&amp;nbsp; angelic, yet delicate to the touch.Not a single one is less vibrant than the other..</description>
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			<title>Letters From Afar</title>
			<description>A Letter todayA letter tomorrowA letter a weekA letter a year&amp;nbsp;I reveived a letter today, from you.I smiled&amp;nbsp;to myself&amp;nbsp;but don't call me a fool.&amp;nbsp;Lucky is the understatment, alone I've been so long.Forever alone in this world, nearly everything was going wrong.&amp;nbsp;But this, this f..</description>
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