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			<title>The Cycle of Twisted Games</title>
			<description>I spun a narrative about my life,Tried to tell it straight.No fake healing stories, just the truth.Had moments with manipulative a******s,Learned my lessons,Kept it moving,Kept it open.Ten years later, I&amp;rsquo;m looking back.I see how much I poured into my people&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Sty..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/2950162/</link>
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			<title>Phases of CPTSD</title>
			<description>Phase One.&amp;nbsp; Your brain hasn&amp;rsquo;t been messed with yet. It&amp;rsquo;s easy to read emotion and respond with genuine care.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s easy to love and accept the love of others as well. Phase one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Phase two.&amp;nbsp; They tell you your friends never cared for you they tell you you&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/2770575/</link>
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			<title>On My Way to Eat Dirt</title>
			<description>Acting like no one has eveeeer fucked with my head.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Acting like I didn't hear all the fucked up things that were said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Acting like I've haven't been hurt for all of these years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Acting like I haven't gone though this time in a puddle of tears.Everyone I know know who..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/2116258/</link>
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			<title>2019 rantings</title>
			<description>when I was 18 it was so easy to talk about the hard times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;when I was 18, it was so easy to opt out of living large because my life had been hard.&amp;nbsp;When I was 18 all I had to do was murmur the word abuse, and people would make way.&amp;nbsp;They would tell me not to try too hard.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/2088914/</link>
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			<title>The Same New Year's Resolution One More Time. </title>
			<description>Random Rantings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/2084753/</link>
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			<title>Choked</title>
			<description>Random Rantings.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1977084/</link>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>Random Reflections </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1789235/</link>
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			<title>Mum</title>
			<description>Years of pain. &amp;nbsp;Only to end up in a place that&amp;rsquo;s all the same. &amp;nbsp;Your dad said he wanted you aborted. &amp;nbsp;Your mom used you to tie the knot. &amp;nbsp;You look out the window, &amp;nbsp;a smile on your lips but pain etched into the slant of your eye. &amp;nbsp;You married your best friend becau..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1504190/</link>
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			<title>Identity</title>
			<description>Identity. &amp;nbsp;So you take pride in your job, and it makes you feel like you are worth something to your small worldAnd your think to yourself, that you are worthy of your title. &amp;nbsp;So you think. &amp;nbsp;A hard worker. &amp;nbsp;A good person. &amp;nbsp;This is who I am. &amp;nbsp;So you look, and you find yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1477246/</link>
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			<title>Touch</title>
			<description>Touch. &amp;nbsp;The First touch I &amp;nbsp;can remember. &amp;nbsp;Reluctant Kissing. &amp;nbsp;Only when they older kids would insist&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Why aren&amp;rsquo;t papa and mama kissing?&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;They parted with a bitter smile as if they had tasted something quite vile.My first thoughts about kissing were if..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1473610/</link>
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			<title>Nothing More to Us than Childhood Tales</title>
			<description>You didn't like me. &amp;nbsp;It was too clear. &amp;nbsp;Called me a lesbo,Never wanted me around your friendsKicked me out of the room we sharedSaid I was e&amp;rsquo;mberrising to you and your friendsWe never spent time together only once in a blue,&amp;nbsp;When we did, you&amp;rsquo;d say it&amp;rsquo;s a favor, said ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1448330/</link>
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			<title>Medusa</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s like being too short to see though the peep holes insideyour own eye sockets&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You get a glimps as you jump up and suddenlyyou understand. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But your ba..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1288029/</link>
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			<title>In Desperate Times</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So you take every part that makes up your life and you blowit all away.&amp;nbsp; Bit by bit year byyear there&amp;rsquo;s just a little less left till there&amp;rsquo;snothing there that&amp;rsquo;s made you you.It&amp;rsquo;s only left allup in your ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1256819/</link>
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			<title>Ranting in Poetry -A-</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I try not to think of it, You see, I&amp;rsquo;ve learned this trick a long, long time agoIf you don&amp;rsquo;t think, emotions, they stop to flow.You act as if bad things happing to youAre actually happening to someone else&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you just watch.&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1186574/</link>
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			<title>Strong</title>
			<description>-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Strong &quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whenno one was there When there was litterly no one who would careWhen I tried to die and was 3 pounds al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1137105/</link>
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			<title>Power of Words.  </title>
			<description>Found some poems on an old CD from four years ago.  Thought I'd post em'.  Enjoy.  n_n</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/1031084/</link>
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			<title>Ranting in Poetry IV</title>
			<description>Just a moment. You Gona figure it outHang on a moment You're Going to find a way to sort everything out.I swear you&amp;rsquo;ll never to be the same Once the kid is caged and sulking in deep dark corners of your mind&amp;nbsp;But you'll be free again when you&amp;nbsp;Smash the gl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/979154/</link>
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			<title> When something means something to you.  </title>
			<description>When something means something to you.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/966012/</link>
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			<title>Dancing to that beat</title>
			<description>You hold the rain. Looking up and clasping handfuls to yourparched lipsDrops of rain that will never trulysatisfy your beast within &amp;nbsp;Brethfuls of air traveling in and out of your body as youtry to quench your finite thirstOld fool.&amp;nbsp; Young soul.&amp;nbsp; All this time you hel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/965996/</link>
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			<title>Ranting in poetry III</title>
			<description>Some more ranting I just wanted to get off my chest, so yar, enjoy :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/898280/</link>
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			<title>Deejay's Poem</title>
			<description>Part -1- </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/891886/</link>
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			<title>Ranting inpoetry I-II</title>
			<description>Ranting In poetry - Rant I - I love you he said but she didn&amp;rsquo;t love him in the same way so he left because their loves weren&amp;rsquo;t the sameI love you he said, I love you too replied she . So when she got round with baby and the lovin&amp;rsquo; just wasn&amp;rsquo;t the same He left he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/782838/</link>
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			<title>A Cure For Our Tragedy.  </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the end, its being out of touch, that keeps things going.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; But even so, hearing only a few simple words of noparticular value &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/773306/</link>
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			<title>Relevance </title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s at times like this when you hear a song , see a pictureor catch a drift of some familiar scent, that a forgotten memory floats back toyou on the wings of that sense.Can you relate? I wonder.&amp;nbsp;And as much as pleasant memories are triggered by that sense,the same thing c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/767780/</link>
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			<title>Jibbers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Feelings of such great happiness too great to explain ordeny&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s a normal life your living content and free you cannotlie&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/766558/</link>
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			<title>Though the World's Eye</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s making sense of theworld&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Tryingto put you in perspective&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For all the things that you do&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/748621/</link>
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			<title>-Sayonara- </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tried to be there as you went though this trying year&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Doingmy best to be there though your lonely tears&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/708961/</link>
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			<title>The Lost Summer  </title>
			<description>A poem I wrote a while back.  I was trying to clear up some room on my hard drive when I found it. So ya, enjoyz :)  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/699827/</link>
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			<title>Dance Emotion</title>
			<description>Foot to the left, arms stretched out farHead held up back straight and tallLips press a smile so graceful and sweet &amp;nbsp;Eyes curve upward such happiness they seepWe dance to provoke Emotion anewIn the breasts of those whose heartbeats are few &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But when the da..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RangedCrow/571922/</link>
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