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			<title>Fifteen</title>
			<description>Flipped through the pavement,a late magazine,smeared beauty facewith bright colored cream,but I'll ride my bikeover gravel and dirt,I'm not who I seem,I'm not who you hurt.</description>
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			<title>Morning Girl</title>
			<description>Spun off the pathI begged for it back,Its wanted likeWater, its wantedLike air, butAll that we've gotIs fire to spare,And the good morning girlDoesn't comeAround here.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3leafmama/368413/</link>
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			<title>Lullaby 1</title>
			<description>Soaked in love abloom, I take in all of you, Each breath Of life A wonder, More amazing than the last. You trust in meTo care for you,To nurture,And to guide you through,This life, a journey,Honored to be gracedWith all you are.Baby, take it in,Life is eager To begi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3leafmama/365674/</link>
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			<title>VOiCE</title>
			<description>i have risen in the heat of oppression,without my religionpersecuted,or the color of my skinjudged,or the strength in my femininityquestioned.i have risenwith wounds thati allowed to be inflicted,with rules and regulations,restrictions and confinementwith concrete wallsi ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3leafmama/363146/</link>
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			<title>Untitled (contagious)</title>
			<description>The morning may have a fever,burning andconfused,but do not expecta sweat tonight,for she is catchingtruth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/3leafmama/363138/</link>
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			<title>So We'll Dance On The Sand Instead</title>
			<description>In my dream.</description>
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			<title>Hungry Melody</title>
			<description>Open lonely melodyand swallow the stars whole,your gaping mouthhas headed southso it can come home fullof all tales clearly hand-written on bedroom walls,a post, and window sill,so open lonely melodyand swallow what you will.</description>
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			<title>Untitled (sleep)</title>
			<description>Hello beautiful baby, goodbye sleep.</description>
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