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			<title>Yesterday</title>
			<description>written for irony twist contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2147670/</link>
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			<title>live</title>
			<description>Does anybody here know Love?If you know Love you know you don't owe Love you live it.Love taught me simple things through tedious tasks that seemed to have little to do with it.LOVE~Erase the thought of Owe,Transactions- I give, you take, we feel... Something?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2090240/</link>
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			<title>Soulmate</title>
			<description>I appreciate the contest and another opportunity to create a piece I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Warning herein lies an F- Bomb. Not mature though.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2076437/</link>
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			<title>Good Morning to She</title>
			<description>Let me say that it is neither her flawless face nor the dimples in her cheeks.A concoction of a complexion made up in a dreamland not far away from me.Mirrors of pain that seem to be sleep, her works speaks volumes.on this site at 1:30 am Eastern time Monday morning I just met her and her words this..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2039306/</link>
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			<title>every time I blink</title>
			<description>written for are you afraid of the dark contest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2038926/</link>
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			<title>I write stuff too</title>
			<description>I wrote this for a contest that I couldn't join because I wasn't a member of the club. (the write stuff) The competition is titled tightrope. Use a tightrope as a metaphor for something.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2038812/</link>
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			<title>No Broken Promises</title>
			<description>Lune poem contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2037454/</link>
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			<title>Just a taste</title>
			<description>I just can't say no to a good contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2037383/</link>
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			<title>What really started the civil war</title>
			<description>What really started the civil war?&amp;nbsp;Was it the smell of the slave houses in the summer?&amp;nbsp;The chill inside the house after spring,&amp;nbsp;The dancing and embarrassment&amp;nbsp;on the auction blocks maybe something in between?&amp;nbsp;The culture created under the worst of conditions that still surviv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2033887/</link>
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			<title>Good morning mister Milk man</title>
			<description>Include the phrase contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2007938/</link>
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			<title>Karen</title>
			<description>I love listening to sad Love songs they ask all the right questions and explain in great detail things they did wrong.I think I am sorry for their loss but I acknowledge their gain of an opportunity to Learn about Love in a different way.It inspires me to paint a picture with my words in great detai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2002524/</link>
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			<title>First world problems</title>
			<description>I appreciate the opportunity to right this one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2000323/</link>
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			<title>How she made me a hermit</title>
			<description>Lay with me once more so I can remember how forever smelt, How beautiful moments tasted, how neverending sounded, What ecstasy really looked like, and how comfortable felt. As I prepare for my journey of solitary confinement passing through these vacant shells.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/2000313/</link>
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			<title>Wasting Hennessy</title>
			<description>Bonjour I said,To the jewel in the freezer still liquid in state.Clean cut crystal whose color won't fade.Giver of chills,Sharer of pain.Enter this glass until my pain goes away.I drink&amp;nbsp;afraid to sip because in my sober moments you intoxicate my mind.With memories that a faded me finds it hard ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1990785/</link>
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			<title>Neither for the Money nor the Pink</title>
			<description>A young man who just wanted to be Superman to the world he knew. Change the world around him the best he could with what he has at his disposal. Mahrud County is where our story takes place.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1984990/</link>
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			<title>North Carolina</title>
			<description>I read all about Her, I felt Her, a vast vacancy of a vivid fantasy that often occupies my Dreams.Question to the reader, what colors do you mix when you want to make pink?This Jewel is different her pink is a delicate medley&amp;nbsp;of Red, yellow, and green.I respect Her and appreciate Her but just l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1976148/</link>
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			<title>Jewel thief</title>
			<description>Her pen is perfect and I would want neither she nor I to bear the burden of it's Scarlet A.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1974874/</link>
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			<title>...</title>
			<description>My name is Blank_fortunes.Pay strict attention to what I saybecause I choose my words carefullyand I never repeat myself.I've told you my name. That's the &quot;who.&quot;The &quot;where&quot; could most readilybe described as a prison cell.But there's a vast differencebetween being stuck in a tiny cell..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1974470/</link>
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			<title>A street car named cabriolet</title>
			<description>Now admired luster, Envious of the wind she allows to move around her as she stands still, Going forward.&amp;nbsp;Unaware of intentions of the eyes and hearts entranced by her reel.The confidence built from a heart broken far too soon,Flooding downpours yielding from the eyes of the entire room, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1974149/</link>
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			<title>emotions make you lie sometimes</title>
			<description>Write a poem which includes the words 'easy' and 'difficult'
Ex. Stopping your tears is easy,
Difficult is controling your emotions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1970191/</link>
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			<title>The Queen and I</title>
			<description>I get tired of looking in your eyes at Perfect Hopeful horizons misleading to waterfalls that only begin the cycle of me feeling Completely...
Too Filled Up to</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1960977/</link>
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			<title>Dishonestly speaking</title>
			<description>Thankful for E.V.E. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1944756/</link>
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			<title>Ebony Soul Embracing my Night</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1926535/</link>
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			<title>This is how...</title>
			<description>I loved her.Be it viewed as more or less even better or the worst.I couldn't think of a numeric value that would make me feel any better,I have search tirelessly from last to first.I Loved her.Enough to leave behind a place where a smile could one day be.I don't know what is in my future.So how I ho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1912775/</link>
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			<title>to the skies that flew</title>
			<description>My mornings are warmed with cool air and a steady breeze,Carried by the wind, perfumed by trees.When it's hot, it's hot you've got you're shade and rain.Even our storms are more gentle at their worst with waves of wind pounding in,Our trees stand up for our houses.We grow gardens and trees to build ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1885732/</link>
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			<title>Thorns sold separately </title>
			<description>I guess that's the best way to title it,&amp;nbsp;I thought in Life we already assumed it comes with it...life' &amp;nbsp;highs life' lows, Life.Days are days if Bad don't exist.How could I call it?People wish away hot days for cold days until the cold days come.It might just be with age but these days... i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1868127/</link>
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			<title>Thermal expansion</title>
			<description>I want to know your bad thoughts, we can write this plan together.Transparency is pertinent are we speaking about every now and then or an attempt atNow and forever?No Pressure... Don't even consider what I want to hear, just let your heart speak.Break down these fantasies both wet and dry..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1867709/</link>
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			<title>Dial Zero For Complete</title>
			<description>My Issues...I misused...I Miss you...I get tired of looking in your eyes at Perfect Hopeful horizons misleading to waterfalls that only begin the cycle of me feeling Completely...Too Filled Up to ever take the time to empty out my pride and turn away from my dreaming,These dreams that you encourage ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1831429/</link>
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			<title>Still Screaming </title>
			<description>Always enjoying exercising my mind let's what we can create.Thank you for the opportunity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1819744/</link>
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			<title>working</title>
			<description>I thought something different, I saw something different, I tried something different...I guess pop rocks and soda just don't mix.I thought we were the Epitome of Good Love, It was something that I did...So my only option is retracing all of my steps but by the time I'm done with that,I am more than..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1819467/</link>
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			<title>Love Machine</title>
			<description>&quot;I'm Just a Love machine&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1734977/</link>
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			<title>Sentence</title>
			<description>I should have never proposed between these two Ivory wrapped columns then I would have never broken your heart; however, I am glad that you are in my Life so, I can't let this tear us apart... I can't sign this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1680952/</link>
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			<title>The truth is</title>
			<description>up early just felt like typing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1676690/</link>
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			<title>Unfinished</title>
			<description>Written for another great contest well thought out contest I appreciate the challenge.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1600206/</link>
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			<title>The other kind of Love</title>
			<description>For a moment I just stood there I listened to you softly breathe,You had a long day at work and the whole day your skin just screamed that it needed a caress from me.&amp;nbsp;I denied it and after that long twelve hour shift all you could mustard the strength to do is shower and go to sleep.I didn't ge..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1589040/</link>
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			<title>No lie and No metaphors </title>
			<description>I know you don't understand how much my mouth misses the way your Love taste.But in comparison to your Love these honey buns ain't sweet enough.They're are done too fast and now I realize how much my jaws becoming tired used to intrigue me.The harder I worked the more you enjoyed my eating.But these..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1486996/</link>
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			<title>Soldering</title>
			<description>I could've systemize her Rummage Sale.Tail tucked between my knees.But there was not an item on that sidewalk that meant more than her to me.In one hand she held hatred in her other Solemn disbelief.My hands were full of sweat.There was a sidewalk somewhere in-between.With my hands being of no use t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1483506/</link>
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			<title>He just wanted to be</title>
			<description>With her He was well groundedShe solidified his state, but brought liquid to his eyes with the decisions that she made.To be with her made him liquid He noticed but ignored her every mistake.Her seeming attempt to boil every bit of his being by cycling through the problems she welcomed with open arm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1483474/</link>
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			<title>Tree House Castle</title>
			<description>The aroma of the Strawberry scented marker tickled my senses as it bled through the page.Protecting her secret folded six different ways.Through the hands of her best friend in the desk beside me.She transferred her answer from two rows over, and I just knew she could hear my heart pounding uncontro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1481490/</link>
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			<title>First kiss</title>
			<description>Ink, Paper, Note, Checked, Yes, We kissed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1481479/</link>
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			<title>Embracing You</title>
			<description>Envious of the air embracing you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1481476/</link>
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			<title>Misery</title>
			<description>when your true feelings and your beliefs or upbringing disagree</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1468514/</link>
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			<title>My Heart</title>
			<description>I lost a friend we shared our souls because our hearts were full.I failed to mention things that Lacked importance when we shared words.And because of my incompetence now my heart is full.I just want to rewind time to whatever time she prefers.where I could do as she pleases and say the right words...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1468190/</link>
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			<title>She and I</title>
			<description>It's the Moments more than the seconds, minutes, hours, or days.I Locked eyes with her at the pool hall with the eight ball taking it's rightful place.A median for our eyes to interact with as if it intrigued us enough to steal us away from a glanced that warmed both our bodies.Foreshadowing our fir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1465534/</link>
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			<title>your move</title>
			<description>just started typing tell me what you think though. #going through it right now</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1448033/</link>
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			<title>Cold Feet</title>
			<description>Bonds are made through building relationships.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1436887/</link>
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			<title>Coffee drinkers welcome</title>
			<description>A sit down</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1431788/</link>
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			<title>Boring Business Trips</title>
			<description>We were high school sweethearts but now she lives four states away.We used to walk right down the street to one another's houses and caress each others cares away.But her job required her to be in a different state so now we get rental cars and meet one another half way.I like to taste her first she..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1325454/</link>
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			<title>Nursing wounds</title>
			<description>I Love her like clinched fist to closed eye...Because the thought of her absence leaves me so deep in misery, that it easily outweighs the swelling left behind as a result of our current interaction.Though I would be viewed as the recipient of the bruises I somehow in the end feel apologetic enough ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1325187/</link>
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			<title>After the beep</title>
			<description>My time has ran out.It always occurs to me at this point in time that...I should have changed the words I saidI said I miss you and I hope you return soon.I should have said I hope his bed is comfortable but that wasn't where I wanted you to stay.So instead I said I miss you and I am lonely.I looked..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blank_furtunes/1311730/</link>
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